But it was sort of depressing and not funny like most of my stories, so I saved it to drafts for another time.

That happened in college and it was a genuinely life changing experience. It forever altered me as a person into the debilitatingpy conscientious gigantic asshole that I am today.

Something about seeing, firsthand, how someone would try to kill themselves over pretty inconsequential shit shook my to the core.

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The result of it is that I really don’t get worked up about anything. Sure, I’ll bitch and kvetch, because that’s my culture. And I’m more than willing to assail people with a string of really vile profanity. But nothing really bothers me.

I have a deeply ingrained attitude of not giving a fuck. It has been a very useful life skill, although it’s caused problems in relationships. There really isn’t anything in your personal or professional life worth getting upset about.

What are you going to lose?

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You come from nothing and you go back to nothing.

What’d you lose? Nothing!