Caring Less Without Being Careless

Be teachable. Be open. You’re not always right.” – unknown

This was originally published on 11/2/2022. Heads up – you may have already read this.


When American actor James Caan died in July of this year, I heard that his least favorite words were “I don’t care.”

Obviously, I can’t ask him to elaborate on that. But if I’m trying to take his point, I’m guessing he was aiming for “I don’t care” – as in, it is of no consequence to me. I don’t care – as in, it will fail to penetrate my reality one way or the other. I don’t care – as in, it or you are not worth getting worked up about.

But sometimes I think we take caring too far. As if we should have an opinion about everything from what kind of brands are okay to wear, the exact specifications for the type of liquor we’ll drink and whether we can only shop at boutique and artsy stores.

When I’ve mistakenly worn my opinions as some armor of sophistication, I’ve found that it’s closed me off from life. It becomes a barrier between me and experience so that I have to surmount my own expectations before I can taste curiosity.

My dad had a mantra that he used for golf, “You need to care less without being careless.” And I think it works for more than just that silly sport (sorry golf lovers). It speaks to a balance that we can create between being involved in the world without gripping too tight.

We can have opinions, beliefs and wisdom while still holding space for not knowing. It means that sometimes we can embrace our lack of control and be entirely open to what comes next. And it suggests that we can maintain a curiosity even when we think we are right.

There is one more way that I believe caring can get in our way, especially when trying to find our authentic voice. We can care too much about the opinion of others, especially in our social media age. And then what we say and what we write becomes performative instead of real. This brings to mind a quote from Mark Nepo, one of my favorite poets:

This is at once the clearest of spiritual intents and yet the hardest to stay true to: how to stay open to what others feel and not what they think.

The Book of Awakening by Mark Nepo

So, I applaud James Caan for having a phrase that he said often enough to make it repeatable. But I have to admit, I don’t care for it.


I written about some of the ways we use language on the Wise & Shine blog today: Use Your Words

(featured photo from Pexels)

Emojis

If you are too busy to laugh, you are too busy.” – Proverb

In 1990 when I was college, I went with a group to stay with a tribe in the jungle of Ecuador for two weeks. When we were there, the chief of the tribe told us a story about how they used to hunt with blow guns and darts tipped with curare. They didn’t have curare in their area but would travel into Peru to trade for it.

Then in the 1960’s, Western medicine discovered that curare was a powerful paralytic that could be useful as a muscle relaxant. They bought up all the curare so that the tribe could no longer trade for it. Instead they switched to using shotguns which meant many of the small birds and animals that they used to hunt were no longer viable because the shotgun would blast them to pieces. According to the chief, about 500 words in the language used to describe those small animals and their habitats disappeared from their language. One invention and the ripple effect changed their lore and language.

I bring this up because I’ve been thinking that the adoption of emojis has changed our language. What did we do before the 🙏 praying hands emoji to indicate we were thinking and praying for someone but unable to say that because we didn’t know their spiritual tradition and/or maybe not even be certain about our own?

Or my personal favorite is the ❤ ❤ ❤  emoji which I use instead of having to dance around whether I like or love someone.

And we were able to indicate a sly reference before the 😉 emoji? Were readers ever sure we were joking before the 😊 emoji?

Thinking that using emojis meant that I wasn’t working hard enough to convey myself with language the other day, I tried to end a text with words that meant I was thinking about and appreciating them. Five minutes later, I erased the jumble of words I came up with and replaced them with ❤ ❤ ❤

 I’m pretty sure I’ve lost 500 words from my language at least. 😊