Sometimes the best kind of journal is the one that you shred, light on fire, then cast its ashes to the wind. Last January, I woke up severely depressed one morning. At first, I didn’t realize what was happening. I just knew that I had no will to move, no will to eat, no will to do anything. I felt interred with heavy, suffocating sadness. Mmm, that sounds rather dramatic, doesn’t it? The moment I realized I was depressed, I grabbed my iPhone and began dictating a blog entry to Siri as a coping strategy. However, it was all in the same vein as that emo sentence above—nice and juicy with just the right amount of adverbial angst and self-indulgence. We should all be grateful that I deleted every single word of it. Normally, I avoid blogging or posting on social media while under the influence of Major Depressive Disorder . Despite my efforts to sound upbeat, depression affects my narrative voice and mental outlook. Fortunately, hindsight gained from experience keeps me from em...
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does the chalk board there not say exactly what you did ("I couldn't care less")? or is the fact that your "couldn't" was in all caps significant?
The expression is "I couldn't care less", meaning that one is at the perfect nadir of disinterest. The common misspoken version of this expression implies that there is room for more disinterest and apathy, showing that the expression doesn't mean what the speaker thinks it means.
I found the Bart blackboard program somewhere on the web and enjoyed the double message by having Bart writing this message. Bart truly couldn't care less if he spoke with proper grammar or not. Drives the point home.
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Hope your immune system kicks in soon!
When I was a kid in High School, we used to joke around with this phrase all the time. I was fond of telling people "Yea, I could care . . . but I won't."
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Claire
I was twittering with Grammar Girl and apparently I've inspired a future tirade for her. ;) Good! She'll set them all straight.