If you lose something

I really won't give a shit. Example: during my senior year of high school a friend and I skipped school. The weather was nice so we decided to play basketball. We played for about an hour. When we got ready to leave my friend realized that his class ring was missing from his finger. He panicked and asked me to help him look for it. The court we were on was surrounded by lots of grass. Even then, I joined in the search. After about 10 seconds I looked at my friend and said:" fuck it. It's gone. Let's leave." I then headed for the car. He urged me to stay back and continue the search. I pretended to do this for about 30 seconds. The entire time I looked at his sad face. I did not feel any remorse. I did not buy a class ring because I thought it was corny as fuck. I thought to myself: "pshh, that's what he gets for wanting to be fashionable." On the way back to the car, while my friend hung his head, he found the ring. I was glad. Not because he found the ring, but because I was relieved that I didn't have to hear him whine about it. I am Baliwala. If you lose your life, then tell me about it. That is all.