Do I need help?

Generally, I’m not bothered by stuff. I merely let it pass. But I am interested in stuff that bothers other people. Especially my friends. I often wonder. Why I am not bothered? That maybe I should be bothered. When I’m not. I sometimes take pride. In not being bothered. Thinking. That maybe it’s a form of tolerance/acceptance.  But it also could be that I don’t care. Yes, as simple as that. If that’s true. Maybe I should learn to be more bothered. More caring. Indeed, this could become so bothersome. That I’ll lose sleep and need to see a therapist. --Jim Broede