and not a single fuck was given

so one fine day a few weeks ago, i was waiting to cross the road in front of my house. across the road there was a girl in jc uniform waiting to cross over too.

at first glance she looked pretty nondescript and i was just minding my own business when it suddenly hit me. there was something really special about this girl and her stock just shot up a thousand points.

there was an aura about this girl that i could just sense. even in her neat uniform, ponytailed hair, simple shoes and backpack, she just exuded an attitude that could best be described as 'i don't give a fuck.'

you see, i often find that people these days like to bother themselves with lots of superfluous issues that really shouldn't matter at all. instead, they allow these things to slowly take over their lives. they don't even realise it because it just feels so natural.

the art of not-giving-a-fuck is one that is dying and so rarely seen, yet so highly-prized by me. it isn't about not giving a fuck about everything, but rather having enough good sense to only bother with the issues that truly matter.

thus you can imagine how i felt when i realised that i had just found a living specimen just across the road from me.

from that moment on i stole glances at her, not wanting to go all-out creepy, but with each glance she seemed to get prettier and it got harder for me not to look.

i wished that the train of vehicles would not end. finally it did, and with a heavy heart i began crossing the road, as did she.

as i passed her, i took one final glance, hoping that she would look up too and i would catch her eye. alas, one of the pains of being attracted to such a girl is that the chances are, i'm also included in the grand list of things she doesn't give a fuck about.

and indeed she didn't, and she passed without once looking up. i wonder if she heard my heart shattering.