I Don’t Care About the Careless

I don’t care much, but care very deeply. I see the devil and see the weakness. I see foul plays and pick out the lies. My heart rises in anger but thanks to my emotional intelligence, I don’t start up the fire that can burn them and me. Caring comes naturally, my short temper to injustice is a siren of irritation. Patience I built through and through helps me nap on chaos than acting impulsively. Learning and thinking without being fully influenced is a trained second nature taught by manipulative people in my life. I have been attempted to be crushed many times, too many for my time, but refused to be played by them even in fear. By chance or by luck I learned the way of thinking and acting to withstand ignorance.

Love is very important part of my being and I don’t speak much about that part of my world. I use it scarcely, with sincerity, with purity, with whole me. It’s a heavy word, it is a word full of responsibility, its core should not to betrayed and betrayed by, that is why its so powerful. It’s hard, it’s far and near, it’s subtly humbling, it’s so foreign yet so natural, its wholesome and beautiful. When people use their love card to play the life game everywhere and every time, it saddens me of its abuse. I play my privacy card. Displaying low profile keeps unimportant passengers out of my bay, just the way I prefer. So many platform you can choose to expose yourself and so many other ways you can unintentionally be exposed.

My sensitivity can rake in random feelings from everything that crosses me, but my level headed instincts can leach the things that are heartless which the world is full of now. You must be real for me to invest in you, to have you included in my world and to care for you. I could not care more for those who don’t care when they have no excuse to do so.