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political oreo 1...

If abortion is murder, miscarriage is manslaughter.

the man/boy who didn't care...

There once was a man/boy. He made it a point to not care too much about the whiles of the world. Life, as the things that produce the sensations that made it so, was very much flexible, so flexible that it made little sense to pour time and sense into worrying about it.

And so he decided not to care about the things people would expect men/boys to care about.

He had a non/secret of a sort. As with all things, he would make it a point not to care about. After all, while the world fusses over these things, he would enjoy the sun, the sea, the wind, the trees.

He simply did not care.

Then one day, he found someone/thing that he took particular fondness of. While the world did not like it when men/boys found a fancy of such a someone/thing, he simply did not care. He decided he would enjoy the someone/thing as he did all things. After all, while the world fusses over these things, he would enjoy the time he spent enjoying the someone/thing. The only issue was if someone else found out and spoilt his fun. But the man/boy didn't care.

The man/boy was not alone, as you'd expect someone who did not care about anything. The man/boy had friends, who, taken in by his carefree not-caring, enjoyed their time with the man/boy as he enjoyed theirs.

Things were simple. All the man/boy had to do was to enjoy the things the world made, while the world fussed over things that did not matter.

One day, the man/boy had an inkling that while he did not care, sometimes he might get more out of caring just a bit. Of course, the problem was that he might also get less out of caring just a bit.

It was then that he noticed that he did indeed care for the rule he had about not caring. The rule was making things difficult because it turned on itself. The rule was strange because it meant you had to break it to follow it.

So the man/boy decided to change that rule. The new rule was that the man/boy would think for himself if something was worth caring about. The new rule was that he would not/care.

The man/boy decided that it WOULD somehow matter if somebody found out about the someone/thing. But he also decided that he would not LET it matter so badly as to ruin his fun. He would not LET it matter so that it would change the way he would not/care. He would care when it would spoil things, and would care if it made it more fun. He would not care if it didn't really matter or if it mattered in a way that made it the same anyway. The non/secret, in this way, stayed the man/boy's non/secret.