Dear Writer,
I said I’d keep y’all up on what I’ve been reading in my Saturday posts, and I haven’t been because I am an unreliable narrator as we established yesterday. But here in a daily post I’ll tell you one thing I’ve been reading which has given me a lot to think about recently. And it is…
…sigh…
…The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck by Mark Manson.
STOP. Do not go out and buy this book. This it not a recommendation. This book is not well written, it is the opposite of exhaustively explored and researched, it does not teach you what the title would imply it will teach you and it bros down so fucking hard it makes Top Gear look like Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday. It’s also drenched in various privileges, including but not limited to: white, patriarchal, able and class.
That said. It got me thinking that maybe, just maybe, it’s time to stop giving my fucks out like they are party favors.
Writer, I give a fuck about EVERYTHING. I mean, I literally sign this newsletter with EVERYTHING. What do I leave on the table? NOTHING.
Including my fucks. And this book, despite its clear flaws, has made me start to think about my fucks as a finite and precious resource.
This is no fucks week, by the way.
Everything,
L