Dear Gods of Whatever,
This is a prayer to care less.
This is a heartfelt wish to have it not matter.
To be the Queen of Whatevs.
To let it all roll off my back, like a nonchalant duck.
I think there are those people, people who are cool and calm and collected. Who shrug their shoulders and laugh it all off.
The blessed ones.
They can handle the awkward comment, the whining dog, the unanswerable question, the brutal unfairness of the world.
They seem to know they will survive, they will move on. It will all fundamentally be okay.
Why do I move so quickly to life-ruining conclusions? Why does my stomach churn at a mere thought? Why do my eyes tear as I imagine complete devastation?
So I pray to you, Gods of Whatever, to help me to care less.
To be more callous.
Please — just make me a tiny bit more of an asshole.