I'd say it's that time again; and it sort of is. Only this time it isn't tinged with depression. This time it's simply apathy. I literally can't care. I try to be annoyed; I try to be amused; I try to be concerned. I can't. And it's pretty cool. I do everything I'm meant to do and stay aloof. Untouched by life.  and Apparently this is a deadly sin. I was reading about the seven-cum-fourteen deadly sins decided upon by the catholic church. Apathy is one of them. I can see why it could be sinful to not care about a thing but it doesn't feel that way. Hell, it doesn't feel; period. It could be sad, I suppose. Maybe it'll be sad when I'm thirty and still apathetic. But for now, it is good. It is no headaches, no heartaches, no fatigue from involving yourself in problems that are not your own especially when the other party couldn't care about your reaction. And if they do; it would have nothing to do with you; it would be about themselves. How it all applies to them. I appreciate this state of apathy I am in and I will savor it for its run; whether sinful or not.