Few of us are willing to discuss this mental condition and its often related byproduct, Rectal Glaucoma.
I say, enough is enough.
It’s time to get this out in the open. Perhaps talking about IDGAS can help those of us who suffer from it learn how to cope.
I’ve been a silent sufferer of IDGAS for far too long. What’s worse is I know several of you have it and either you don’t know you have it or you refuse to admit it. I can’t be the only human in the world to suffer from IDGAS.
It’s an embarrassing condition, I know. That may be the reason no one is willing to discuss the ailment. For me, it’s taken a lot of time spent reading a lot of articles written by my Medium family to finally have the strength to write about it.
I Don’t Give A Shit, as it’s known by its proper name, can strike without warning. What’s more frightening is I Don’t Give A Shit pervades all walks of society and affects all ages.
Especially the older generation like me.
My guess is, I’ve suffered from I Don’t Give A Shit for awhile now. What’s Interesting about IDGAS is symptoms vary widely from person to person. It’s one thing about the disease which makes it so difficult to diagnose and treat.
For example, here are a few of my symptoms which may (or may not) mirror symptoms of other IDGAS sufferers.
I Don’t Give A Shit when people aren’t impacted (either in a good way or bad) by what I write, or whether they bother to read my stuff. Although I’d like my voice to be heard, I’m not going to lose sleep over the fact someone decides not to read my work.
IDGAS someone has more fans and followers than I do. Jealousy and envy (penis or otherwise) are two things I don’t have time for anymore. Although I’d love to know I’ve managed to align with my reader base, the cold hard fact is I’m going to write what I feel, when I feel it and I’m going to continue publishing the damned articles.
Even if I end up being the only one who reads them.
But my IDGAS won’t prevent me from reading other writer’s slants and perspectives on things, regardless of whether or not I agree with them. Learning different viewpoints is how I grow both mentally and spiritually.
I Don’t Give A Shit what color you are, what sex you are, or what your sexual and political preferences are as long as you’re willing to act sensibly, love passionately and cherish the fact we’re all human beings, indiscriminately.
IDGAS you’re making more money on Medium than me, less than me, or you’re a better writer than me or just like me, struggling on a daily basis. The fact you’re here on Medium with me is all that matters.
I Don’t Give A Shit you’re writing stinky crap all the time or spewing prose out your ass which smells like roses in full bloom. If you’re writing then you and I are on the same plain. If you’re sitting there thinking about writing and wishing you were writing, but not writing then either get your ass to work or bugger the hell off.
I Don’t Give A Shit if someone believes we writers are namby pamby, neurotically crippled lost souls who spend more time whining about our life than doing something about it. We ARE doing something about it. We’re writing through the pain in an attempt to cope.
And a lot of us are succeeding.
These examples are just a few of my symptoms folks. There are quite a few more, but I’m sure you see just how serious this disease is. And to top it off, at some point, most IDGAS sufferers will develop a rather constipated view of things.
Well, it kind of stands to reason if we’re not giving a shit right?
If we allow our I Don’t Give A Shit attitude to run rampant we soon discover we Don’t Give A Shit about anything and that’s when the disease reaches a critical stage. If you discover your affliction has reached this state you will need to take a mental laxative and let some of that shit out.
If you don’t, your IDGAS could worsen until you suffer from Rectal Glaucoma.
Rectal Glaucoma, a crippling byproduct of IDGAS, causes one to hibernate in a corner paralyzed into a state of inactivity. People afflicted with Rectal Glaucoma are only capable of producing a single thought when asked to perform even the most menial task.
“You want me to do what? Sorry, I just can’t see my ass doing that.”
Not being able to see your ass doing something is the first stage of Rectal Glaucoma, but as with IDGAS, Rectal Glaucoma can reach extremely complicated levels of severity. The most debilitating form of Rectal Glaucoma is when the sufferer can’t see their ass doing anything at all.
As one who deals with IDGAS I can state without hesitation if you spend too much time not giving a shit, you will ultimately experience a moment in your life when you’re not seeing your ass doing anything.
I’ve learned through trial and error, it’s perfectly okay to not give a shit about things you shouldn’t give a shit about anyway. The difficulty with coping with IDGAS is knowing when and when not to give a shit. Unfortunately, as a long time sufferer, I often vacillate between not giving a shit too much and giving a shit on a topic nobody gives a shit about.
It can drive you fucking crazy sometimes.
As non productive as Rectal Glaucoma can make a person, we need to understand it’s a by-product and a direct result of IDGAS. If you give a shit about something it’s highly unlikely you can’t see your ass doing anything. If you’re in a state of giving a shit about something you probably aren’t suffering from IDGAS.
But that doesn’t mean you won’t ever fall pray to this nefarious disease. Remember, it strikes without warning.
I would love to tell you the psychiatric community has discovered a cure, but unfortunately, at the time of this writing, there are no known medical remedies for IDGAS.
There are however, several homeopathic exercises one can try which may lessen the impact of this disease. When you feel yourself not giving a shit and you just can’t seem to see your ass doing anything, find something to give a shit about and do it.
Uh, here’s a suggestion.
Try writing on something you give a shit about.
I’ve found writing to be the best temporary curative for IDGAS and Rectal Glaucoma. It’s a double whammy shot when you stop to think about it. If I write on something I give a shit about, I’m not thinking I can’t see my ass doing it.
Because, well, I’m doing it.
For some, maybe not so much for others, especially those of us who don’t give a shit whether we see our ass doing something or not.
…Wow, another symptom of IDGAS I didn’t realize was possible until now.
Lord help us all.
P.G Barnett is the author of the Gifter’s Ring series. His works, A Balance of Evil, Return of the Brethren and The Power of the Three are available for purchase. The fourth and final book to the series, The Rise of the Coven, should publish in 2019.
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