How Much Am I Supposed To Care?

It's not that I'm a heartless person... but sometimes, I feel that people complain too much... and I can't even hold them TOTALLY at fault because I used to be one of these same beings that spent the many hours of their waking life whining like I was in a competition... but I need to pose a question:

HOW MUCH AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE?

Seriously... I understand that bad things happen in life but if you call/text/IM/bug the pure fuck outta me about how you have to call somebody because somebody else messed up then just call them! Stop calling me because I can't help you... I don't understand this fuckery... you're seriously complaining about making a phone call? Even though you JUST called me? Zero sense...

To go along with that... stop calling talking about how sad you are that your grandma's best friend's best friend's dog just passed away after 14 years... that dog has CLEARLY lived a full life, B... I mean, I understand how serious death is and all that, but come on... you didn't know that dog or its owner... even your grandma is already talking about something else and you're still on it...

HOW MUCH AM I SUPPOSED TO CARE?

Is it wrong of me to not generally care about what some people complain about? Don't go out to the club the night before your final exam and then spend the whole next day telling me how you failed it because your teacher's a bitch... you probably shoulda kept your ass in the crib instead of trying to be fucking Lindsay Lohan and shit...


Ya'll be easy...