A year ago, I laid down the Theory of Finite Fucks. In the following weeks, people kept sending me the link to an article dealing with “fucks given” published a week after.
Whatever, you guys. No, it’s not the same thing.
As I went on through the year armed with the knowledge of the finite nature of fucks, I carefully allocated what I gave fucks about. 2015 was a year of tumultuous change and this strategy was my savior.
And with one day left in the year I happened upon something. I found that I had a reserve of fucks not yet given.
Weathered by endless disappointment, I had squirreled away all these fucks in case I found myself in the dead of the winter with a life to live and no fucks to give.
Faced with this unexpected turn of events I started to ponder this windfall of fucks. WHAT does THIS mean ?
Are these “rollover fucks” ? Should I venture out to a New Year’s Eve celebration with my glut of fucks ? Had I accrued any interest on these fucks ?
Then I realized that these fucks had to be invested. On this last day of 2015, I was going to give all the fucks about the future. Give a fuck about worthy things and you’ll find yourself with more to give.
Give a fuck about friends and their ideas (Be an angel investor).
Give a fuck about your future and the kind of person you want to be (401fucKs).
Because that’s what wisdom is — knowing when and how much to give a fuck.