The other part of my fickleness is the “I just don’t care anymore” syndrome. I get this a lot. It comes from the value I place on my time. As I go through life, I often think about where my time goes. What do I want to spend my time doing? If I feel that something is wasting my time, I dump it.
Take books. If I do not get engaged in a book by page 100, I am not spending any more time on it. I have stopped reading many famous books that are considered great works of art that I find tedious. Usually the conversation in my head goes, do I really care about these characters? If I don’t, then forget it. If the writer can’t get me interested in 100 pages, then we have a problem.
I have said goodbye to numerous t.v. shows for lack of caring. I will start watching and after a season or two, I just say, I’m done with this. I have lost interest. “Frankie and Grace” and “Schitt’s Creek” come to mind.
As you can imagine, I have no ability to follow something like the Star Wars saga. I stopped caring a long time ago. Sports teams come and go. I stopped watching football in 1981 and have not missed one second of it. Will I like the Pens forever? Who knows? Chances are that I will stop caring at some point.
Does not caring make me fickle? It certainly is a sudden decision and my feelings do change. But again, I have my reasons. Why do I stop caring? I have no idea. I just know that my engagement has collapsed and I am moving on.
Matt says I don’t have the patience to let the characters develop. Maybe. But I have also given the benefit of the doubt to something, say a movie, and I have only wished that I had that two hours back.