SUMMARY:
The text critiques the modern emphasis on hustle culture and the pressure to constantly care about our goals and passions to an extreme degree. It introduces the concept of the “Quantifiable Fuck,” suggesting that our engagement in life and the things we care about can be measured by how much we invest ourselves in them, rather than an all-or-nothing approach. It discusses the societal expectation to care deeply about everything, the reality of differing levels of investment, and the importance of managing our emotional investment wisely. The text also touches on the assumption that others may not care about our justifications or struggles, advising a pragmatic approach to our actions based on this assumption.

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The populous says our goals, aspirations, interests, and passions are something we should religiously care about, otherwise we don’t give a fuck about them. Hustle culture made us believe that if we’re not fully committed to doing what we talk so arrogantly about, then we don’t give a FUCK about it.

We wake up everyday thinking what to do, not appreciating what is done. What’s is the point of either or?

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The Quantifiable Fuck

The “Quantifiable” fuck is the idea that showing up everyday, how keep moving, and our view of life, is measured on not if we give a fuck, but how much of a fuck we give.

People are investors. Our decisions, actions and inactions, and what we work on sum up what we believe is worth living for in a ~80 year life span.


Every decision we make reflects of how much we care about results on our “table” of things we GAF about.

Instead of us going all in for everything we desire in life, we can decide how much each desire is worth our life span. Quantifying how much you care about something eases the guilt of not being the person you stride to be. You also get a better sense of self as your quantifiable fuck also delves deeper into what kind of person you are.

· My passion for making it in music might be .77 fuck,
· Coming to work on time might be .223857 of a fuck
· Me doing the work right, is .99999998 of a fuck

Of course there is no formula to get the accurate amount of fucks given, but with some pondering and reflecting, we can guesstimate a good number.

Assuming No-one gives a Fuck

Outside of our norm, we encounter outsiders that come with motives of ethnocentrism, racism, dramatization, lack of empathy and ignorance. Combine that with a fault in well intentioned people:

We expect others to have a higher sense of understanding on why we justify things that would be seen as careless, irresponsible, hurting, and all around detrimental.

Not everyone comes from a loving home, or even better, people that do come from a loving home may lack empathy or sympathy as they assume everyone else has the capability of perfection, so as it should be.

The safest way to operate as a person is to assume the downright amount someone cares about your situation and excuses is ZERO, zip, nada.

The benefit of this? All your actions are now extremely impactful and highlighted. Late to work? Your boss is gonna ask why, not give a benefit of a doubt. Skipped out on your diet today? You failed, you did not have a bad day so you wanted comfort food. You Donated some clothes to the less fortunate for a tax write-off, not because you care? Great, you donated clothes. Assume everyone gawks at you,

not giving a fuck why you did it, but what you’ve actually done.

Of course everyone gives a fuck about everyone, at least just a little bit! The motives however, will be never known. It is best to operate on the basis that all your decisions are not operating on context, but as an entire mantra that you have complete control over your actions and nothing is affecting you (depression, horrible traffic, trouble waking up) to make that choice but you.

Controlling your fucks

For every decision you make, (Being late to work, eating a certain food to make you better or worse, etc.). Work off the basis that no-one cares about what leads up to your decision, but only the decision itself. You will end up having a more intimate relationship with the choices that you make, as you realize the things you give little to no fucks about because the ship is still afloat, is someones D-Day. The choice that YOU believe is not as bad, they will be IRRATIONALLY passionate about.

Such is life… 🙂