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Who cares?
Do you really care what people think?
It must the best, being a cat.
I have owned cats for most of my adult life and as all most cat owners understand; they walk to the beat of their own drum.
Let’s face it…they get up and stretch, then move when they want and then meow when they want something. They have no schedule, nor do they care about a schedule.
I have recently adopted cat like tendencies, and the liberation I feel is intoxicating. It comes with age to a large extent, but for me also in a monumental shift in priorities, years ago. It’s like a tremendous weight when you don’t have to impress or show off. I have never really been that person anyway.
I do not conform to keeping up with the ‘Joneses’ because I don’t give a shit. I may have earlier in married life, but now, nah…..not conforming to society’s script in social inclusion and normalcy on that one, sorry :(
Yet there is still that drive to conform. I applaud people who follow the script if it works for them, then god bless them.
Labelled pitfalls to non-conformance, like labelled an outcast or deviant in extreme cases, and maybe just a weird duck on the lighter side. Whatever the reason, occasionally I…
