Journal de bord

Nicolas C. Solerieu, Designer

You don’t need to care

After reading medium for a couple years I reached a point where I find myself overwhelmingly underwhelmed by most thoughts on silicon valley and startups. From the most elaborate metaphor of Michealangelo’s artistic integrity to the most silly observation on LaCroix cans consumption, most people seem to get very sensitive about or distracted by everything around here. Because somehow, we care about everything.

We care about having big ideas, contributing, disrupting, being part of a team, having a vision, making a thing… There’s nothing wrong with this but without the ability to unplug from constant distraction, we’re going insane.

Every day, more stuff comes into our lives. Stuff on our calendars, stuff on our minds, stuff in our houses, stuff on our phones… so much stuff we need stuff to handle it. I used to think that I needed to be better at handling it. I have a different stance today. I just don’t care as much.

I’m a designer, I make websites and graphics for a living. Of course I care about making visually pleasant things. It’s not always fun. I know that not everything I do is worthy of being published in my portfolio, let alone shared more broadly or recognized. I also know that my job is artificial, I’m not doctor or a public servant, I have no direct impact in the present.

I make things on the internet, something a lot of people do nowadays in the bay area. If you can’t explain simply what you do to your grandma, then it probably doesn’t matter that much. So whatever bothers you doesn’t deserve much attention from you or anyone. The constant noise is messing up our mood.

My resilience depends on the day, the person in front of me, how much I slept, political factors and often just pure persistence and stamina.

I’m sure most of us here would get a lot of relief form realizing that it’s fine to not care. Do yourself a favor, talk to people sitting on public benches, in the train, they will give you a perspective different from the hyperactive hustlers of medium.

It’s okay to not care, politely.