The less f*#ks you give, the happier you’ll be.
As I zipped up my old hoody, I looked down to admire how close in colour it actually was to the washed out, horribly fitting tracky bottoms I had also chosen to wear that evening.
It was clear that a long time ago both these garments were very different colours, but not anymore.
As I headed out into the street, knowing this outfit choice was not my finest, my instincts told me – this is the moment you’ll bump into every ex and their beautiful, well dressed, pristine girlfriends!
I shrugged off that feeling and replaced it with this thought, – the less you give a f*#k, the happier you’ll be.
That sat much better with me in my current state.
Happily, I trotted down the dark street, and collected the beers. I held my head high as I announced my arrival at the pizza shop and then promptly scurried back to the safety of home.
I may look slightly homeless I thought, but I’m definitely happy.
But, what exactly had I stopped giving a f*#k about?
Had I stopped caring about how I felt? Or what other people thought of me? And, could caring about either of these things, really be holding me back in the happiness stakes?
I decided to test it out. The next morning I picked out the smartest outfit I could find – it wasn’t exactly a ball gown, but it was the best I had. I did my hair and slapped some make up on.
It felt good.
Caring about how I looked made me feel happy too, it also seemed to make my boyfriend happy. Clearly officewear was more up his street than hobo chic.
I know it’s pretty obvious that caring what other people think doesn’t get us anywhere. But it’s easy to forget, what we think and feel about ourselves drives almost every emotion we have.
So next time I decide to not give a f#*k, it will be about what other people think, and not how I feel about myself.