I have no fucks left to give, and I'm cool with that

Oh no. Someone quick. Fetch some water. 🙄🧯

You might wonder why I seem unfazed despite having nothing left to offer.

Allow me to elaborate whilst my last fuck merrily smoulders away :) 

Behold, my bejewelled array of fucks

Think of it this way.

Picture your energy and attention as a precious collection of rare, vibrant gems. 💎

Initially, you possess a vast array of these gems, perfectly capable of adding sparkle and brightness to any mundane or bothersome situation.

However, as time goes by, you begin to conserve them, reserving the most dazzling gems for truly remarkable occasions.

Eventually, you reach a point where you realise preserving your fucks is an art form. 🎨

Unicorn socks, anyone?

It's about carefully choosing when and where you use them, much like deciding on the perfect occasion to wear your favourite pair of unicorn socks (because, of course, every occasion calls for unicorn socks, but wearing them too often might make them lose their magic). 🧦🦄

By embracing the concept of having none left to give, life becomes a bit lighter. ⚖️

Queue-jumpers, schmeue-jumpers

There's a liberating freedom in not sweating the small stuff.

Like when someone pushes in the queue at Tesco, you simply shrug it off, knowing you've already spent all your fucks on the truly important things in life—like finding the last slice of pizza at a buffet or cracking the perfect "dad" joke at the most inappropriate moment. 🌈

Burn baby, burn

So, as my last fuck continues to burn in a glorious inferno, I'm embracing the lack of giving any.

Hey, Ernest, chuck another log on the fire, would you? 🔥🔥🔥