If you’ve never heard of the acronym, you’ve come to the right girl who can pop your DGAF cherry and expose you to the lifestyle choice of it. Pardon my French, but it’s simply the art of not giving a fuck.

According to Urban Dictionary- one of my favorite l’argot websites- DGAF is officially:

DGAF is a lifestyle. DGAF doesn’t mean that you don’t care about anything… it simply means that you don’t give a fuck what people think of you. You do what you want because of you.

Just because you DGAF doesn’t mean you are an ignorant person who only cares about doing stupid things. To DGAF means you do what YOU want to do, regardless of other people’s asshole opinions.
For Example, when a LAME talks shit about you, normal people would get their feelings hurt…but a person with a DGAF personality would brush it off and get the fuck over it…

Don’t Give A Fuck. That’s always been my mentality. Bitches talking shit? I don’t give a fuck. Bombed my test? DGAF baby! It’s a DGAF NATION, and I’m the Napoleon Bonaparte of it.

I do what I want, middle finger in the air

I’m not exactly sure if it’s a gift or a curse that I have this character trait. Growing up, it got me into a lot of trouble. I didn’t care what people thought of me- actually, this is still true. I wore my dead cat’s collar in 8th and 9th grade for crying out loud. I remember the summer before my sophomore year in high school, a group of guys told me, “Yeah, we all thought you were really hot. But if you hadn’t worn that Lisa Frank backpack, we wouldn’t have thought you were such a freak.” And there you have me in a nutshell.

I’m the girl you see on your university campus sporting Baby Spice pigtails wearing overalls and hightop converse; the girl who made the “ugly face contest” picture her default on Facebook; that really weird chick who sits in the back of your human sexuality class and laughs in the silence when your teacher says dildo. I really DGAF, ever.

I’m also that one girl that speaks her mind. Word vomit. Your derogative opinion on gay rights will definitely have me spewing words at you like, “You’re a fucking idiot and should stop talking.” Or if I simply disagree with anything you have to say, I’ll tell you to your face. I DGAF.

It’s nice to have a job where I can vent online and [hopefully] people can relate. After all, we’re all human.We can relate.  We experience the same emotions and obstacles in life. It’s all about how you handle it. Blogging has helped my DGAF mentality coping with the crap life throws at you. People who can’t handle life sweat too much about the small things. Just live one day at a time, and you’ll see in no time things do get better.

Unfortunately my nonchaloir to certain situations has put me in recent predicaments. Relationships, mainly. Apparently my “carelessness” to other’s feelings (you know boys & their “feelings”) has put me in a sitch where I’m in the “wrong.” This is one of those special circumstances where I actually Do GAF. Oh, Facebook, you and your incriminating ambiguous tagged photos. How many times have you caused things to blow out of proportion, Mark Zuckerberg? Dislike button to you and all the Facebook drama you’ve created!

When it comes to DGAF, let me just start by saying there’s a huge difference between not caring and DGAF-ing. For example, we may be best friends, but I don’t really care that you just got out of the shower and are going shopping at the mall. Where’s the dislike button for that lame status? DGAF is not giving a shit, for yourself- not about other people. Being carefree, feeling apathetic or having no concern- call it what you want. You shouldn’t give a shit if people are talking about you behind your back. If you don’t have haters, you’re not doing something right.

Refuse boundaries, tell the truth, do what you want, and live the pipe dream- because in the end, it doesn’t fucking matter.