I really don't care!

I don’t care if what I meant is interpreted in a non identical way. I don’t care whether you label me as good or bad because anyway that can’t change me who I am. I don’t care if you call my heart a stone or a garden of flowers. Magicians are fictitious, right?  I really don’t care if my tears are not understood. Emotional outbursts are anyways quite difficult for someone to understand.

I don’t care if you call me a changed person. I was meant to grow; I would obviously be blended with a few more positives and a bundle of negatives. This is what I am. I don’t care if you call me irresponsible. I would rather answer you that this is how even irresponsibly I fulfil my responsibilities. You need to have a style, isn’t it?

I don’t care if you find my smile fraud. I move those 14 little muscles of my cheeks voluntarily and the way I want. If it reflects forgery, I don’t care as I didn’t believe in the ‘reflecting phenomenon’. C’mon, I am not light where you apply the laws of reflection and refraction.

I don’t care if you call me a flirt or a lover. The notion of love won’t change in my mind. I don’t care to present my Love theory in the view of the fact that neither you are a judge nor I am the culprit. And even if you call me a culprit, still I don’t care. You need to have a style, isn’t it?

What I truly care is myself. Gautam Buddha said, “You yourself as much as anybody in the entire universe deserve your love and affection.” I want to fall in love with me. I don’t want my inner conscience to call me a villain. I want to love, no matter what I get back in return. You can’t trade emotions. Business rules don’t fit in the world of emotions. I don’t want to regulate my behaviour thinking about the laws and rules of the modern society which has primitive roots. I want to be a very, very selfish person. You need to have a style, isn’t it?