It's easy to say "who gives a fuck, right?"  Have you ever imagined that one day you would have to confront your problems up close and personal?  Didn't think so.  On the other hand it's probably better for you this way.  No responsibilities or worries.  No obligation to stand up and take control of an impending situation.  Why is this?  Because it is all the symbolic rhetoric that spews forth the blasphemic consequence that embodies each and every one of you.  They say that "everything has a purpose" and it's all supposed to mean something.  How you perceive it is one thing.  Reacting to it and finding the answer is entirely another.  It's an unfortunate curse on our society that we are stricken with those who would revolt and muster an attempt at achieving greatness.  A risk that would surely be totally worth the fucking effort...if it was successful.  When's the last time you tried your hand and took a chance?  Probably the last time I wiped my ass with a strip of fly paper laced with jalepeno juice (which was never, Asshole).  Now days you are lost.  Lost and surrounded by a sea of sorrowful circumstance.  Forever entwined within the outer reaches of existence.  Feeding off the theory of a disappearing outcome.  One that leaves you confused and weak.  All the time wondering why that things are the way they are.  So you live in misery.  Not caring what happens anymore.  Not giving a fuck about the dream.  Still asking yourself what it all means.  And still...nothing.