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    Living With Integrity: A Parable

    By

    I once met a woman who didn’t give a fuck. She was so devoid of a fuck to give, it radiated off her. She tattooed it on other people, tattooed it on the world.

    I wanted that.

    Parable2Her name was Dr. Greene. She was an endocrinologist.

    My junior year of college had just begun. The grassy sigh of late summer wisped through the windows. We sat in neat desks, in neat rows, making neat, little small talk.

    The neat little small talk whispered with two recurring words: bitch and cancer. These words would gestate into a theme, into inspiration.

    A fragile old lady floated through the door, snapping our bodies to attention.

    She possessed a delicate cartoon quality. She looked like the granny owner of Tweedy Bird. A gray knot of hair hovered over her head, tied with a lavish blue ribbon. At the time, I found this comically cute.

    It wasn’t.

    It was her idea of a joke.

    She beelined across the front of the class, distributing neat stacks of paper to eager hands. “Take one,” she commanded in a booming voice. “Then pass it back.” Her voice contradicted her grannyness. It cracked in a throaty way as if a demon shrieked cranky orders from her belly.

    “This is Comparative Endocrinology. If you’re not here for Comparative Endocrinology, leave. Now.”

    No one moved.

    “Good. My name is Dr. Greene. I am an Endocrinologist. Before we discuss the syllabus, let’s briefly go over some housekeeping. As some of you know, I have cancer and will die shortly. Probably before the end of the semester. Should that happen, Dr. Hanson will finish teaching this course.”

    Someone made a noise, a murmur. It was a girl named Gracy. Not Grace, Gracy. She may or may not have wanted to become a veterinarian. She loved showing people pictures of her sister’s baby. She loved babies.

    “How…” Gracy tried to say, justifying the murmur. “How…that’s so sad…how….”

    Dr. Greene gazed at Gracy. Her eyes appeared huge and monstrous behind her glasses. Then she waved her hand and said, “See me after class.”

    Gracy never came back.

    The semester progressed and I displayed my dazzling mediocrity as a science student. Dr. Greene regarded me merely as a name that got 70s on exams, until one morning in late October.

    We were in lab. My lab partner was a chubby girl named Lesley who wore beaded jewelry and was only capable of talking about the MCATs and her future career as an optometrist. I humored her for weeks with head bobs and “uh-huh”s.

    Then, I snapped. In a blink of glory.

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    About Rob J.

    Rob J. is a writer and dating instructor in New York City. Themes that resonate in both his teaching and writing are masculinity, genuineness, rational self-interest, and general awesomeness.

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    6 Comments

    1. dude

      November 20, 2009 at 2:02 pm

      God bless all the Dr. Greenes in this world. i will stand on top my desk defiantly and pour out a sip of my morning coffee in honor of her lackness in FUCK giving.

    2. Andy

      November 20, 2009 at 2:06 pm

      Great story. Definitely one worthy of said novel.

    3. kevin beltran

      November 20, 2009 at 3:16 pm

      fucking amazing, and truly inspirational.

    4. Megatron

      November 20, 2009 at 5:00 pm

      Great article!

      The final piece of the Don’t Give A Fuck puzzle for me clicked after reading The Fountain Head – probably the best “inner game” book I ever read.

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    6. Hubris

      January 3, 2011 at 6:31 pm

      Ok, what would happen had she lived to experience consequences?

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