#inog

There are days when we wake up without being able to swing it right. Our coffee's cold, the traffic is unbelievable, and our boss rides up our ass (no, not a sexual thing). And there are days we can't understand why everything falls apart even if we think we're doing everything by the book.

It's just like that. Since the beginning of time, people do things to others, hoping it would prove a point. Napoleon conquered, Freud formulated the Oedipus Complex, and Mary, the hot next-door neighbor of yours kept wearing that thin-layered sports bra while jogging around your street while enjoying the eyes that ventured upon her. Yes. We all indulge to that.

And hurtful as it maybe, some with great pride would often shrug it off and say "I don't give a rat's ass to what anyone thinks about me." Fact of the matter is, those people actually do. Why? (Usually, I'd blame the society for this one but...) Because we care. We care so much about what other people think. We want to impress others just as we wanted to impress those close to us. It might be the father who never smiled at your jokes, or that teacher whom you think is flunking you intentionally. Point is, we try so hard because we care. Don't bite that IDGAF (I don't give a frick) bullshit and start accepting the fact that you crave for that constructive criticism, or that mental high-five. I mean, blow me down but the phrase "Haters gotta hate" ironically seeks out more attention than it should have. Quite frankly, why would you even shout out that phrase if you're not singularly gratified by the notion of being noticed by some random stranger that you secretly wanted to care?