Journal Journal: Don't Care
Do I want Bush in office? No. Do I want Kerry in office? No. I just don't care. Do I like the idea that gay marriage will in some way or another be legalized? No. I just don't care.
Do I like the fact that I work far more closely than is comfortable for me with homosexuals? (wait for it...) No. I just don't care.
Off topic: Don't push agendas on me. Please. I'm happy in my ignorance. I'm tolerant, sure. I'm tolerant in the fact that I'm not burning crosses in anybody's yard. I'm not visibly discriminating against anybody different from me at the workplace. Black, Jewish, gay, hispanic... I treat everyone with the same respect due a human being. Agree or not, we are all still human beings. And we've got work to do from 8-5. No time for drama.
Don't try to make me say, "alternative lifestyle" or "sexual preference" like it's fine with me, though, either. That just might make me care. Make me care just enough to forcibly remove you from the personal bubble. Don't break the bubble.
Back to the "don't care" stuff though. Why don't I care? Why don't I crusade against what I don't agree with like so many misguided Christians today? Why aren't I lobbying congress to protect the "sanctity of marriage?" Why don't I observe the national day of prayer? Let a favorite song of mine clear it up for you:
This old world is not my home
I'm just a passin' through
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me
From Heaven's open door
And I can't feel at home
In this world anymore
Eat your heart out, Friedrich. I'm not interested in fixing things around here. Not my job. Don't worry, I won't blow up any abortion clinics. I won't assault all the girls wearing belly-shirts with tracts. I won't even be knocking door-to-door to sell you some faith. I won't accost you. You'll never hate me. You'll never even notice me. And then, one morning... I'll be gone.
I am a believer.
