Sorry.
I was riding the Metro into work today and I didn’t want to read Express of the Examiner because it gets me off track. I start thinking about everything other than work and then I can’t get back on track.
So I started thinking about life and such, you know, all the things that come to mind when there’s a lot going on around you but you don’t have to do anything but sit still.
I realized I don’t care about a lot of people. To make the distinction, I’m not referring to “I don’t care for this person” or “I don’t care to hang out with that person.” I mean that the people I really CARE about, that I think about often, pray for, talk to, invest in, it’s a SMALL number. That was a hard realization.
It made me realize that I come off to some people as though I am a caring person who is invested in their life and I’m really not. And I need to have the courage to be honest with myself. That doesn’t mean I’m going to be rude or flippant in my interactions. It just means that I need to be real about what’s going on on the inside.
The title of this post is what it is because I am sorry that I’ve been clueless to that fact about myself for a long time.
