Seriously. Am I?
I had a 40-something tell me today that I'm an odd person. Would you like to know why?
Because I care.
Yeah. She finds it odd that a 21-year-old cares about politics, and world issues. When I go shopping for little things, I take my cloth bag. When I go grocery shopping, I get paper bags whenever possible, and keep my plastic bags to reuse if they don't have paper. I pay an extra 2 cents to have electricity powered by the windmills from the windmill farm my house is located in the middle of. I vote. Not only do I vote, I research candidates, their voting records, their histories and platforms, and try to find the person I think can do the best job. I do volunteer work, and am concerned about social security disappearing at an alarming rate. Even though I don't plan to have children, I'm worried about the direction and world my friends' and families' children live and move in. I'm concerned for the American men and women dying in countries I'll probably never be welcome in, and wish we could help in countries like Darfur, where no one is welcome. I hold the belief that social responsibility should outweigh social status, and that being middle class but liking yourself and volunteering at a soup kitchen makes you a more valuable person than someone with insane amounts of wealth who owns 16 cars, but doesn't know the name of the person he pays weekly to wash them.
I want to find a way to take care of our resources. I think we need to decrease the global population (not using drastic measures), teach our children to be kinder, gentler, more open-minded, and smarter about the decisions they makes, work to help people in need, and learn to accept what life throws at us. I want everyone to find what makes them happy, and do it, even if it's just a weekend picnic to watch kids play. I want people to value artistic expression as must as they value athletic abilities, and to welcome the ideas and opinions of others as much as we like to talk about ours.
But mostly, I just want us all to be good people.
And apparently, that makes me odd.
I had a 40-something tell me today that I'm an odd person. Would you like to know why?
Because I care.
Yeah. She finds it odd that a 21-year-old cares about politics, and world issues. When I go shopping for little things, I take my cloth bag. When I go grocery shopping, I get paper bags whenever possible, and keep my plastic bags to reuse if they don't have paper. I pay an extra 2 cents to have electricity powered by the windmills from the windmill farm my house is located in the middle of. I vote. Not only do I vote, I research candidates, their voting records, their histories and platforms, and try to find the person I think can do the best job. I do volunteer work, and am concerned about social security disappearing at an alarming rate. Even though I don't plan to have children, I'm worried about the direction and world my friends' and families' children live and move in. I'm concerned for the American men and women dying in countries I'll probably never be welcome in, and wish we could help in countries like Darfur, where no one is welcome. I hold the belief that social responsibility should outweigh social status, and that being middle class but liking yourself and volunteering at a soup kitchen makes you a more valuable person than someone with insane amounts of wealth who owns 16 cars, but doesn't know the name of the person he pays weekly to wash them.
I want to find a way to take care of our resources. I think we need to decrease the global population (not using drastic measures), teach our children to be kinder, gentler, more open-minded, and smarter about the decisions they makes, work to help people in need, and learn to accept what life throws at us. I want everyone to find what makes them happy, and do it, even if it's just a weekend picnic to watch kids play. I want people to value artistic expression as must as they value athletic abilities, and to welcome the ideas and opinions of others as much as we like to talk about ours.
But mostly, I just want us all to be good people.
And apparently, that makes me odd.
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