osted by Heather in General ( 63.174.21.30 )
As I suspected, the news from the mechanic wasn't pretty. Something's wrong with the water pump (or something like that). All I know is that it's going to take three days and $900 to fix it.

My response?

Whatever.

Whatever.

WHATever!

It's the underlying feeling about much of my life right now -- I give. Whatever. It is what it is.

Websters defines "Whatever" as: "anything or everything that."

Kinda vague, but that's the beauty of the word and the feeling.

For me, "whatever" is an irritated throwing up of the hands. An acceptance of the inevitable, even if it's unfair or unreasonable. A giving up of the fight because it's just not worth the effort (or it's a battle I can't win). Mostly, it's a refusal to deal with something or someone.

Lately, I've been using the word a lot -- at work and at home.

I've been using it so much that my daughters have added it to their word weapons. They haul it out whenever they're frustated with me or sick of listening to me harp on them to clean up the playroom. They'll cut me off with "whatever" as they spin on their heels and walk out of the room.

I know I probably shouldn't, but I always laugh. Which is no doubt why they keep doing it.

Whatever.