compassion

I thought yesterday was going to be a pretty boring day at school considering the semester ended on Wednesday. I was planning to go to the computer lab, finish a paper, and celebrate world AIDS day by getting a test, but most of that didn't happen. I got to the computer lab and remembered that I left some research at home. On the walk home I see these huge posters for the most ignorant shit ever in life. (It is so ignorant I dare not repeat it on here.) I tried to walk past them and I did, but I promptly turned around and ripped as many as I could down. By this point I am pissed and I have to tell someone. So I go to the tattoo parlor (where a bunch of my friends work) and I tell them about this horrorific crap. One of my friends in there is really feeling as upset as I am over it, but another one thinks that I am selling it. So now I am really pissed. I start emailing and IM-ing everyone that I think could possibly help me and decide to go home.

So just when I'm sure the story is over, I start walking back to school and I see more posters up. With tears in my eyes, I start tearing them down. I could only hold 30 or so but I was satified. I called the SGA president and took the posters to his room. And I took them to this NAACP guy.

I know this is probably arrogant or egotistical, but I am very proud of me. I cared. Its nice to care about things that directly effect your life like closing departments at your school and such (a lot of people don't care about that). But I am really happy to care about most people. That is such a blessing. There are a lot of people who want to care more, but they can't. They feel as if their heart is closed or something. So I am happy that I do.

A friend of mine called me confused because I cared so much, yet I think I am the sane one in a world where people are so afraid to be hurt that they never love as fully as they could. I certainly wasn't always like this, but I am thankful that I am now.