Healthy Apathy

A friend recently wrote this piece. I did not translate, but rather, put it in to an online translator (so bear with it at times, but it is quite intelligible).

Enjoy!



I would very much like to be offended by something, to have a sense of belonging to some cause, no matter how stupid I am, a motivation in life. I do not even have hobbies or hobbies, or accused political inclinations, nor am I a fan of any sports team, nor have I ever had an artistic idol to surrender, nor a cause that moves me especially or in whose defense I overturns. I am not an animalist, nor a land-planner, feminist or ecologist, nor any other “ista,” or vegan, a supporter of the Paleolithic diet, that of the lemon pear or any other that is not to eat whatever I want at any time. Nor do I have a damn gift or quality that characterizes me, how to do very well stupid point (I am sure that if I know how to sew, this would be my specialty), play an instrument or regularly or passionately practice a sport or dance. I don't even collect any stupid or useless objects like canes, thimbles or beer mugs; I don't even see all the gardening, DIY, Hungarian cinema or medieval music documentaries. Nor can I do anything in a fairly remarkable way. Nothing! I am a nondescript, simple and expendable being, and my idea of ??the good life is to laugh all the time as a tare, to know a little bit of the world, and to have the least possible number of obligations or pending tasks (any annotation in the calendar that implies a default commitment). And this is what there is. My name will never appear in the history books and humanity may well have dispensed with my existence. As I do not hurry to become a serial killer, my name has no chance of going to posterity. And worst of all (or the best, as you look) is that I don't give a damn