Showing that you care is something you’re not supposed to do. The penalty is death, in a symbolic sense. Better to stay aloof, uninvolved, like a TV character. “I don’t really care,” I say, when nothing could be further from the truth. This is the American way. (Or at least the California way.)
But, at some point you have to take a stand. Maybe it’s in the last days or hours of life, struggling against cancer, heart disease or diabetes, or whatever’s gonna getcha. Maybe at that point it’s okay to care, to take a stand, to fight. But I suspect not. Even then people say “What’s he getting so riled up for?” The answer of course is fairly obvious.
It’s called living, and it’s worth getting agitated over, in theory. [Scripting News]
I am here to live my life out loud
