Opus 2019-156: Ode to Old: Being Careful

I remember as a teenager that one of the lines we used on each other was, “Ask me if I care.”  Those were the days.  People had a sense of humor.  My best source of Polack jokes was a Polack.  We could laugh at ourselves.  Now instead of chuckles we have trigger warnings.

I don’t dare use it anymore because the people around me might actually ask me and I would need to either lie or be labeled insensitive.  If I was on Twitter or Facebook it would probably be my most repeated line. 

And it isn’t that I really don’t care, it is just that I don’t care enough to listen.  I care if your knee is bothering you but since I have heard about it for years and I have my own knee ache, I don’t need to hear about it.  I am happy that the person you met in the line at the grocery store shared their life story and found purpose for a few moments but you don’t need to repeat it all to me.  Save it for when we are stranded on a desert island. 

You might think I am insensitive but ask me if I care.

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