Care
Thursday, July 16th, 2009Last night I went to see Evil Dead 2 at McCarren Park. The band was playing before the movie and I was on my second plastic cup of wine (poured from a 2-liter Sprite bottle) when my phone rang. It was Allison “Is that your blog? Devin says that’s your blog. Did you quit your job???”
I suppose it’s more appropriate to say that I resigned. Mike says “quit” implies that I am not working from this point forward. I gave a month’s notice. Four more weeks of corporate slavery.
In other news, I am on the road to casting all of my care away. Not my responsibility, just my care.
care (noun) – a state of mind in which one is troubled; worry, anxiety, or concern; grief; suffering; sorrow
It’s easier said than done. Stifling my ability to be carefree are the thoughts that plague my mind after last Friday. It’s not just how you always think of better things to say after the fact. It’s the plans that you made that you realize aren’t going to happen now. It’s the inside jokes. It’s the tangible reminders that you want to throw away or hide, but you don’t. And it’s thinking that the other side of the equation doesn’t care about any of it.
care (verb) – to feel concern about
These kids were outside of Bar Matchless Sunday after the Pool Party. Future heart-breakers:
