{"id":1171,"date":"2009-03-09T19:39:16","date_gmt":"2009-03-10T00:39:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/?p=1171"},"modified":"2009-03-10T09:44:40","modified_gmt":"2009-03-10T14:44:40","slug":"thats-the-price-i-pay-for-loving-you-the-way-that-i-do","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hoperoth.com\/blog\/thats-the-price-i-pay-for-loving-you-the-way-that-i-do\/","title":{"rendered":"That’s the Price I Pay For Loving You the Way That I Do"},"content":{"rendered":"

Billy Bragg lyrics as blog title. I feel like a seventeen year old again. A very emo seventeen year old. Not that they had<\/em> emo kids back in the day when dinosaurs ruled the earth and I was quoting random lyrics in my AIM away messages.<\/p>\n

This is going to be a disjointed blog post. Deal.<\/p>\n

Yeah, that new sim card. I’m still getting no service on my phone. We’re not going to talk about it. We’re just… not going to talk about it.<\/p>\n

Oh. And this blog post? Is going to contain a lot of navel gazing. Sorry. I promise to make it all up to you tomorrow with funny pictures.<\/p>\n

I was talking to a friend today about some things that have been stressing me out and he said something along the lines of, “You know, things would be much easier if you didn’t care so much.” Sadly, I think that he’s right. My life is pretty fricking sweet right now. Beautiful house (gettin’ more beautiful all the time), steady job, boyfriend who loves me and makes dinner and<\/em> does the majority of the laundry. Sure, I’d like a working iPhone. And, yeah, I’d be a lot happier if either a) Kristian bought me some bling or 2) everyone would stop asking me when Kristian is going to buy me some bling (semi-serious\/snarky answer: when you all stop pestering him!).<\/p>\n

But, all in all, my life is not so bad right now. In fact, on a scale of one to awesome, I’d say that it rates a solid eight. It just might creep up to nine when we finish the third floor of our house.<\/p>\n

And yet… I worry.<\/p>\n

About things that I have no business worrying about.<\/p>\n

About people who probably should<\/em> be worried. But aren’t. Possibly because, hey, Hope is doing all the hard work and getting the worrying out of the way. Who needs to worry? I’ve got it all taken care of.\u00a0<\/p>\n

And this got me thinking… what is the upside for me<\/em> when it comes to caring too much? I mean, all of my other personality flaws have their bright sides. Sure, I’m overly sensitive – but it helps me to write some damn good songs. And, yeah, I tend to be a bit of a steamroller – but I get shit done. I’m sure that I could even find a bright side to my excessive TV watching. All of those producers have families to feed. Or something.<\/p>\n

But what exactly do I get out of caring too much? Pretty much just a bunch of stress and some nights where I probably could have slept better. Unlike my former years, I’m a stress eater. So, yeah, eye circles and tighter jeans. Who wouldn’t want to sign up for that?<\/p>\n

On a macro level, put a whole bunch of people who care too much together and I’m sure that everyone would benefit. Neighbors would look out for each other. The service industries would all start offering real service. Nobody would ever go hungry. But, it feels like we don’t<\/em> live in a world like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n

And, so, I’m stuck wondering what the answer to my question is.<\/p>\n

What is the upside of caring too much?<\/p>\n

And I don’t think that it’s to stop caring.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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