You don't know me.

Last night I had a weird conversation that sort of got under my skin.

I hate when people talk to you as if you have no idea where they're coming from. I knew exactly where this person was coming from. I've been there.

Just because I don't wear a giant sash that has all my problems displayed across my chest for all to see doesn't mean they aren't there.

She said something about feeling connected to humanity, and that's what motivates her "cause" and drives her. Then she pretty much said that I was not connected to humanity if I didn't feel the same drive.

But it's a good point.
Why don't I feel motivated to change things?
Is it because I don't care, or is it because I care too much? Maybe I'm just a coward, who tries to undermine the efforts of brave girls like this one.

No. I just think she wastes her time. And I don't want that kind of attention, personally. If anyone's gonna pay any attention to me, it better be for something positive.