Things I do not care about
Welcome to March madness basketball, with loyalties on T shirts and Zoom backgrounds. I have picked my brackets, as an obligation of participation in a neighborhood contest, but I do not care at all about March madness.
Who has the rose? What scandal does the viewer know about, but not the contestants? Will they, won't they, did they, didn't they? But I don't care, because I do not care at all about The Bachelor (or Bachelorette). Or the Housewives, either.
Vacation to the big city, the beach, a forest, the plains. On a plane, taking the train, driving there. I do like clean sheets and decent towels, but I don't have wanderlust at all. Somehow both my children do, but I'm happy to be most anywhere, as long as my favorite people are there, and a good book, and comfy shoes in case we're walking.
Name brands aren't my thing.
Cleaning, UGH! No relaxation in running a vacuum for me, I'm sorry to say (and so are my rugs!)
I'm sorry I forgot your birthday; please please do not be mad or sad. It doesn't mean I don't care, it's just I'm not a birthday person. (And yes, it's OK if you forget mine, too.)
I don't care about the Top 40 hits, but if there's a song you think I'd love, please tell me, so I can check it out. I do love music, but the Top 40 list is not my jam.
There is so much I do care about, but it's a good reminder that not everything matters, does it?