THE ECONOMY OF F**KS: HOW TO UTILIZE THE MOST SCARCE RESOURCE
WARNING: F-Bombs dropped n a plenty
Fact number one: we’re all going to die.
Fact number two: the time we have is very limited.
Fact number three: so are our f**ks.
Fact number four: the need to use it wisely is of the greatest importance.
I hated Economics as a subject. I did my A-Levels on it and I loathed each moment the Econ teacher walked in. I hated the graphs and the policies I had to know and kept asking myself why I needed to learn all of them and when I’m even going to use them. Well, I needed to learn them to pass of course, but regardless of my detest towards the subject, what I picked up was the relationship between supply and demand. It’s a simple concept really, and that’s probably why I picked it up readily. It goes something like “supply and demand has an inverse relationship.” What this essentially means is that the higher the demand for a product is, the lower the supply for it is, in most cases. Take for instance fuel; fuel is valuable and the demand for it is high in our contemporary times. And like fuel, your f**ks are valuable too. F**ks are priceless. 51
Now, most of our problems originate from our habit of giving a f**k. Because we care too much, because we fret over the most trivial of things, we put ourselves in a position that promises the opposite of happiness and comfort. And it is sort of ironic that society thinks that it is ideal to give out f**ks like it’s charity. One should not hand them out like pamphlets in Ratna Park. That’s poor economics.
“TAKE FOR INSTANCE, I AM TYPING THIS ARTICLE IN A BUS AS I’M MAKING MY DAILY COMMUTE. YOU THINK I GIVE A F**K ABOUT THE PERSON WHO’S SITTING NEXT TO ME AND PERIODICALLY LOOKING INTO THE SCREEN? F**K NO.”
It’s proper to clarify now that giving f**ks is not a bad thing. One should give a f**k at times. I stress the phrase “at times”, mind you. Not giving a f**k at all means being indifferent, and being indifferent is synonymous to being a d-bag. Take for instance, I am typing this article in a bus as I’m making my daily commute. You think I give a f**k about the person who’s sitting next to me and periodically looking into the screen? F**k no. If I did, I would never meet the deadline and my boss would kill me. The scenario of me not getting fired and getting the job done is the focus of my f**ks, not the judgment coming out of the corner of the eye of the person sitting next to me. And that is, what I like to think, proper economics. One should know when to and when not to give a f**k.
Okay, flashback to the time when you confessed to that girl, or that guy, you liked back in school and how they rejected you. It surely did sting like a mofo, didn’t it? But does it still sting? Probably not. Because that was a long time ago and it does not matter now at all. You may even laugh about it from time to time. Knowing what matters and what does not is an important skill to own and giving your f**ks accordingly is key.
Continuing the same idea, ever noticed how some people online write paragraphs upon paragraphs of hate comments? Or someone who fights with the waiter about not being provided with enough tissues? Yeah, well, those sort of people are the ones who have no idea on where they should invest their f**ks. See, you need something to devote your f**ks to. If you cry over a character dying in a book (I shamefully am one of them) or being out of achar before you finish your momos, or stress out about not getting your affection reciprocated by your crush, you have a serious issue. You need to realize what is really f**kworthy. When you declutter your life from all the distractions of trivial issues, you will realize the things that are of true value, like family, friends, and life goals.
Also, it is extraordinary how the number of teeth you have is proportionate to the number of f**ks you give. Over the passage of time, as you grow old, the amount of f**ks you have gets reduced to non existence, and perhaps that’s why old people don’t really give a f**k. See, wisdom does come with age and when you’re a person who’s running in their 80’s (not sure if you can run but…), you don’t give a f**k because you know who you are. When you have an established identity, you don’t need to pretend. You know who you are, and others know who you are. You accept who you are and they accept who you are. When this understanding is maintained, only a minimal amount of f**ks is required to sustain a livelihood.
Where I’m getting at is, the art of not giving a f**k is something that a man should master. It is not easy, but once you get the hang of it, it gets easier. See, you are growing your f**ks in a delicate garden. It is a sensitive ecosystem so one ill placed f**k will f**k up all of your f**ks. When you’re on your deathbed after a life full of giving f**ks, you will be surrounded by the people you gave a f**k about and who actually give a f**k about you. And that, to me is the most f**kworthy thing there is. And as you give up your last f**k, you know it did not go in vain.
“WHEN YOU HAVE AN ESTABLISHED IDENTITY, YOU DON’T NEED TO PRETEND. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE, AND OTHERS KNOW WHO YOU ARE.”