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Look it up if you don’t know what it means.  I am in official IDGAF mode, and it’s been wonderful.

I’ve pulled the sunglasses off to walk the world in a carefree way, smiling as I go, content that I DNGAF. Not two. Not one. Not a fraction or percent of one. I have none left to give today.

Since giving myself permission to NGAF, my pen has not stopped inking. Perhaps I spend too much time thinking about how to fix myself and fix the world while I’m at it, and I need to spend more time doing what I love doing:  Complaining! No, that’s not it, but damn I’m good at it.  Web surfing for news and writing! No, that’s not it, but I like that quite a lot. Reading and writing in silence! Yeah. That’s my ticket.

Today I DNGAF about clean air or water, healthcare for all, dismantling of nuclear weapons, peaceful resolutions to all conflicts, climate change, tolerance, religion, race, class, gender, puppies, kittens, a living wage, Neil deGrasse Tyson’s tweets, self help, self care, self-cleaning ovens, or helping a little old lady across the street.  She’s on her own, man, I mean it was her idea to cross there in the first place. She’s a big girl, she’ll figure it out.

I DNG one flying rats F about anything at all today, and by golly we’ll see if I still feel the same tomorrow.  Meanwhile, I shall assume the mantle of Norn (that’s Norn with the capital N, thank you, not the lowly lowercase norns who are honorable mention wannabes) and see what I do with you. On paper, anyway.

*fades to black,  “Mama Said Knock You Out” playing tinny in the background*