I have recently been considering (at times anxiously) my relative intolerance for the superficial, the disingenuous, the menial. As in, why do I seem to forcefully care less and less for it?
The answer may be two-fold. One: age. The older I get, the less willing I become to subject myself to these surface tenets of life…because trading in the social currency of “cool” or “whatever” is most applicable in a young market. As my personality matures, I wish to subtly ease up out of & over the edge of that pool. If I have to behave a certain way, or say a certain thing, in order to have value in my reality at large…no, I think that personally I value my own interests (and time) more than that which is socially engineered.
Two: frequency. As my manager says, “No, ‘time’ is always a constant. It’s the number of events that occur in that given time, that seem to speed or slow its pace.” Similarly as my personality/interests have grown, so too have my responsibilities and commitments. Career; diet; exercise; rest; relaxation. Friends; family; relationships. New learning; practice; persistence.
When I was younger (and out drinking), much of the above was secondary to more selfish & less productive ends. In maintaining a degree of meaning & purpose, these more wholesome & rewarding facets have shifted into focus, becoming primary engagements. It feels better…but requires commitment on my part, that years ago I didn’t necessarily feel I needed to address responsibly.
In summation: ¯ \_(ツ)_/¯