ZFG (aka self-possession) also accumulates with a man’s age. While it’s theoretically possible to regress from zero fucks given (zfg) to numerous fucks given as one gets older, it’s very uncommon. There are two reasons for this: one, a man’s self-confidence tends to grow along with his wealth, accomplishments, bedroom experience, and social skills. Self-confidence relaxes the ego, granting it a flexibility that fortifies it against minor insults that then are easily brushed-off by the man who is secure in himself. Insecure, low self-esteem men don’t usually have the requisite ZFG to arouse women, and it shows in their quickness to anger at the slightest provocation or in their transparent, sour grapes butthurt when a woman slips them the sass.
Two, physiological age-related changes in the male brain sweep it clean of over-sensitivities. Remember when you were a teenager, how one throwaway affront could send you into a frenzy of self-examination and/or rageful retribution? You’d mull over that little calumny as if it were a final judgment handed up by Lucifer himself. You could call this inner frame, IFG: Infinity Fucks Given. It’s painful, but its hold over your psyche greatly loosens after high school, though it still continues through the 20s, typically in the form of anguished mental replays of first dates that went south or of ambiguous flirtations by cute girls playing hard to get.
Once a man passes 30, it’s almost magical how suddenly IFG will dissipate into a weak facsimile of its former emotional grip. Something about aging into a grown man with real responsibilities and a collected history of romantic failures and successes buffers him against myriad slights by other men and by opaque women. You could say it’s a dullness permeating the aging brain that fortuitously protects it from excruciating self-doubt, but I think instead it’s the opposite: a heightened awareness of the meaninglessness of most people’s opinions, especially opinions on the nature of one’s character or desirability.