So someone’s gotta say it. I know this is going to get me into a lot of hot water. But I’m saying it anyway. I could care less about what’s going on at Gallaudet.

I know there’s going to be people that say, “But you should care because of these 1,564,215,796 reasons.” I’m still not going to care. Trust me. I’ve had friends ask me my opinions about what’s going on at Gallaudet. I go, “I don’t care.” It’s not my school. I just know someone is going to say, “That’s exactly what our problem is. Apathy.”

Hey, I care about a lot of other things. Sure some of the stuff I blog about may make me sound superficial. But I’m allowed to be superficial. There are certain things I do care about. If you don’t like it, well, too bad.

I’m just not too keen on politics. I’ve never been keen on it. A lot of it goes over my head. If I attempted to understand it, it’d still go over my head. I still don’t understand local elections. All the names blur together. I don’t want to spend hours trying to figure out who I want to vote for my local council, or whatever that is.*

A couple years back, I did go to a protest supporting a women’s right to choose. Even that’s a controversy for someone like me. I don’t advocate abortion, but I do believe in women’s right to choose. My point of view is this: If you’re raped or got into a really bad situation, you should have the right to choose. But if you’re of sound & sane mind, as well as age, and you had sex. And oops. you got pregnant. Well, you want your right to choose? I don’t think so. Now I know my dad disagrees with everything I said, but it’s what I believe in.

I care about gas prices rising. It affects EVERYTHING. Food, cars, transportation. I cringe. I’m so glad I ride the metro every day. But on the weekends, I go places. I still cringe. It’s costing me $30 to fill up my car. Hey, I’m so glad I don’t drive an SUV. but really?! $3.09 per gallon.

I’m concerned. Because I’m starting to– Strike that. I’ve been feeling, for the past two or three years, that my generation is never going to be able to live as comfortably as my parents, or grandparents do. And it SUCKS. My grandparents and parents both have two homes (yes I get to stay at their homes when I visit). They can travel when they want. But they all still work. They still are making a living. Not because they have to, but because they want to. They can’t imagine retiring. God forbid, if my grandpa retired, he’d be bored out of his skull.

Anyway, so I don’t think I’ll ever be able to live as comfortably as my parents do. I still haven’t accepted that, but I’m gonna try to live my life as I want to live it.

So yeah, I do care about things. Just not Gallaudet. I could care less about what goes on at Gallaudet. I’m not a student there, nor will I be a student. I don’t think it affects me. Others might say otherwise. I’m just gonna go about seeing what goes on in the world and hope that one day the gas prices will drop back to under $3. That’d be a blessing.

* Don’t worry, I still vote in the presidental election.


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