Age? Health issues? Being tired as hell at the end of most days? Who knows. I have found myself saying fuckit more times than I can even count recently. Here are a few things I actually care about that have somehow managed to get wrapped in DGAF:
- CAFO meat is the devil (I still order meat off the menu when out a restaurants I know damn good and well don't source their meat responsibly)
- Toxic chemicals in my body care products (Pretty much everything I use has a storm of ingredients I can't pronounce)
- Toxic chemicals in my cleaning supplies (Still using the toxic shit my former cleaning lady asked me to buy. Ain't going back to vinegar and water until these neuro toxins are gone!)
- Fast food companies are run by sociopaths (when I am running late from work and the thought of cooking makes me want to weep, I go to Carl's Jr. The most misogynist piece of shit chain on the planet)
- Freaky endocrine disruptors in my food (Bought some pre-made pie dough this weekend with, yet again, tons of stuff I can't pronounce in it)
It's hard to be frugal when you're in a DGAF state. The pre-made pie dough, for instance. Not only does it have "natural flavor" on the list of ingredients (urine! The most natural ingredient of all!), it was $4. Do you have any idea how many pie crusts you could make from scratch for $4? Neither do I, but I suspect it's way more than the two I purchased.
Frugality, particularly of the "conscious" kind, requires energy, planning, and a hefty load of GAF. I'm allowing myself a slow re-entry post Crap 2013, accepting that I will purchase some pre-made stuff to help with cooking at home (onion tart, yo!) over spending more money eating out, or pleaseforgivemesweetjesus, getting grub from Misogynist's Jr. I will allow myself the too frequent dinner out, and I might even use the valet. I'm also going to allow myself to get comfortable with some areas in which I may want to be more frugal, but not enough to push past the DGAF inertia, (guarantee: hate spending money, but always gonna use the valet).
Previously, I would have railed at myself for not being more stringent with my choices. Even the small stuff matters, dammit! Yes, yes it does. But right now, calming the fuck down matters so much more.