I’m a shy person by nature. I don’t talk to strangers often, I like being introverted. Even in a manic state, I only get chatty with people I know. Interesting.
Ever since I discovered that I’m really passionate about human rights, I’ve started to see an evolution in my personality. I helped a complete stranger yesterday who couldn’t get their door to lock. Normally I would have shied away, had my husband see if he could help. And I feel chatty. Depressed, manic, all the time.
But only about specific things.
And wouldn’t you know that the things I feel like I need to speak about so urgently are the things that I harbor in my soul.
-Depression and Suicide
-Sexual Assault Rights
-Protesting the Dakota Access Pipeline and the Atlantic Coast Pipeline.
(Image from Google-I just happen to love it.)
It has come to my attention (or should I say, I have noticed) that I start these conversations, I make sure the people I am with are aware that there are some very big news stories going on and that they need to care. I mean, I’m sure I sound like a downer because I talk about (generally) death, crimes and destroying the earth/cultures. I know.
But I can’t stop talking about them.
I don’t even think I want to stop.
Because, as I put so poignantly in a FB response, “If we stop talking, we stop living.” And I believe that.
So instead of apologizing for being the bearer-of-bad-news and the news anchor in my social life, I’m going to keep talking. I’m going to keep bringing up things people might not want to talk about becuase I have no other choice.
If I stop talking, I stop being who I am.
And I won’t compromise that. Not anymore.