Call me crazy.
Hypersensitive. Overemotional. Irrational.
All words you’d hear addressed to women, the mentally ill, and/or the modern-day millennial.
Or the typical “social justice warrior.”
But with so much going on in the world, I think it makes sense to care so much about at least one of the many issues going on in the world today.
Be it the environmental movement, the movement to help overturn institutionalized racism, or to the movement to decriminalize/destigmatize mental illness. Or the movement to gain support for members of the LGBTQ+ community.
Because as I’ve said before, the enemy of progress isn’t hatred — it’s apathy. The opposite of love isn’t hatred — it’s indifference.
And too often, we’ve made ourselves immune to the plights of others. We hear of wars in other countries and learn of the deaths that befall hundreds or thousands of others and think of them as no more than as a statistic.
And yet a death within our social spheres hits close to home, and the grief is real. It hurts, and the loss of a single human life is acutely felt by those closest to them.
I’m not a huge fan of how things have turned out today. How our generation is known to be the one that’s scared of commitment, how relationships have turned out to be a competition of who’s less committed. How displays of affection have become seen as a sign of weakness and pretending not to be as committed makes you somehow “win” in the cat-and-mouse game of dating. How caring about issues in the world today merits judgment, particularly when there are so many issues to care about. How caring at all or being vulnerable is seen as unappealing or unattractive.
But I’d rather care too much than not enough.
So go ahead, call me crazy.
Just don’t call me indifferent.