Generally dont care

There’s a point you reach where you stop reacting to things. Not because you’ve figured it out or found some peace, but because you’re just tired. The outrage, the anxiety, the constant effort of caring about every little thing — it runs out eventually. And then you’re just sort of standing there, watching things happen, feeling nothing in particular.

People mistake it for not caring at all. It’s not that. It’s more like caring wore you out so completely that your body decided to stop doing it for a while. Self-preservation, maybe.

The weird thing is it doesn’t feel as bad as it sounds. Nothing stings. Nothing excites either, but that’s a fair trade some days. You float through the hours and the hours pass and you don’t have to hold yourself together as hard.

I don’t know if that’s growth or damage. Probably both. Probably neither. I generally don’t care enough to figure it out.