Worker: “I won’t be coming in to work tomorrow. I need to attend a funeral.”
Boss: “How will you be making up the time?”
Worker: “Wow.”
BB King: “”The thrill is gone, baby…”

There’s a certain quiet euphoria that comes from the realization that you no longer give a fuck–an almost preternatural calm as all the barbs and jagged edges melt away into the soft curve of apathy.

Not to be mistaken with nihilism, this kind of apathy doesn’t prevent one from doing a good job or from caring about the impact on other people. It simply means that the burden of, well, giving it too much thought is lifted. The impact is lessened. For those tender folk who take too much on, who believe themselves somehow responsible even for things that are beyond their control, this realization is a truly amazing occurrence. Where one was previously unable to muster up a smile in the face of senselessness, or was unable to accept that there were certain things that could not be changed by sheer force of will, suddenly there is peace. Stress dissipates, the clouds part, and everything is fine. Just fine thank you.