Truly I say unto you, my dear: to this prattle I am indifferent

I don't give a damn.

I don't give a damn about not giving a damn.

Except I can't do that.

I don't want to give a damn. How do I get to not have to give a damn?

I wouldn't mind having someone around (preferably of the opposite sex, for obvious reasons) who understands why I don't give a damn.
Except that, honestly, I wouldn't wish such an understanding on someone else, because then they wouldn't want to give a damn either.
Damn, what do I do?

I don't care, and yet I do.
I care, and yet I don't.

I was in Bangalore for a bit. I met some nice (read: pretty fucking awesome) people. And, as per usual, I people-watched.
I don't get normal human interaction, it almost doesn't make sense. And yet, somehow, it seems I muddled through - apart from the mildly amusing mishap involving my glasses - and I don't think they found me overly weird.
(Heh, who am I kidding, I can be pretty intense and awesome with the right crowd, and this was no exception)

So, why do I put myself through this? Music probably has something to do with it ... but unless things pan out in a better way, that line of thought feels overdone.