Within the past few years, I have made an active effort to become more educated and informed about current and world events. This decision was well overdue, and came due to an unfortunate realization that I am officially an adult, with no excuse for being ~*~blissfully unaware~*~ (or just plain ignorant, either works).
But here’s the crazy thing- I never actually decided to care.
Much like how death is a side effect of pretty much every medication on the market, apparently caring about important things is just a side effect of knowing about them. I never wanted this, I never signed up for it. All I wanted was to be informed, to know what other people were talking about, to try to understand why they were so heated and passionate about these things. I never actually wanted to care!
But then one day I’m sitting there reading about a mom who took her daughter to the hospital for stitches after a boy at school hit her. And I’m reading about the desk clerk who tells the little girl “he probably hit you because he likes you.” And I’m reading about how the mom is angry and suggesting that this is how the cycle of justifying domestic violence begins. And suddenly I’m not just reading, I’m feeling. Suddenly I’m pissed off too, because she’s right, this is how it starts, and it’s wrong. Then, before I know it, I’m posting articles and videos and links to things because I want other people to know what I know- and I realize that I’ve become the person I hated for the first 90% of my life.
But here’s the other crazy thing- the more I care about the world around me, the less I care about other people’s opinions of me. Because no, Jason from Rodney E. Thompson Middle School (go jaguars), I don’t care that you think I’m an idiot for my opinion on gender equality, because there’s a bigger issue at hand here where kids are being raised in a society that tells them they can and can’t do certain things because they identify as male, female, or other (ALSO DID YOU HEAR WHAT HAPPENED IN SUDAN TODAY, JASON???). It’s like the more I invested my emotional energy in things on a larger scale, the less space I had for the petty things that I used to care about, which was actually pretty cool.
Here’s the last thing, and it’s actually not that crazy- sometimes being informed and caring about so many things sucks, because you suddenly have a wealth of knowledge about things that suck (e.g. injustice in our country’s legal system, how cow farts are destroying our planet- not even kidding go watch Cowspiracy on Netflix, etc.). But even though it sucks, I promise it’s always worth it. Because although being informed has a bunch of crappy side effects including actually having to care about things, having to learn about sad/scary/unfair events in the world, and sometimes having to put your thang down/flip it/and reverse it when new information makes you realize you were wrong, it also has one amazing outcome that makes all the risk worth it- dedicating your energy and time to things so much bigger than yourself, with the potential to make a real difference in the lives of others.