An apology for silvestris
I know you find me rude and an asshole for talking down on your birthday rally for the environment. I am sorry for that. It is just... talk like that? It makes me... well. Lets give an example. Al Gore? He is not preaching. Thomas Di Leva? He is preaching (also thinks he is Jesus reborn, but hey...). When I see Thomas Di Leva on the TV, I either
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If it was just the fact you didn't agree with opinions, I wouldn't have given a damn. Really. One Scrooge among the hundreds of positive voices wouldn't bother me at all.
It's the personal attacks I could do without.
You think one has to be a naive, overly religious plastic-smiling Carola kind of person to do nice things for no reason? In that case you are the one who has a lot in common with those people, not me, because that's pretty much what they believe.
I'm a cynical, perverted bitch who've taken my kicks in life. I'm possibly as far away from naive and candid you can get. Guess what? I can still care.
It's not impossible to give a damn, or try to help out where you can just because you're a cynic - it just takes a bit more balls and backbone.
I don't much appreciate to have my concerns (posted in my journal, for my birthday) ridiculed and compared to the blue-eyed preachings of narrow-minded bigots incapable of independent thought.
Most of my watchers are young. A battle-cry of "this probably won't amount to much in the end, but eh, if you feel like trying, go ahead" probably wouldn't get a very impressive response. If you want to get people moving, you need to give them a nice kick in the arse, and then dangle an even nicer carrot before their face. That's not preaching. It's common sense with a side dish of manipulative bitch on the side.
I personally feel saying "it's too late" or "the money won't get there anyway" or "it makes no difference in the end" is the coward's way out. But please note how I have not stomped onto your journal to scornfully rub that opinion in your face. There's a difference between disagreeing in silence, and posting comments that simply cannot be taken as anything but hurtful for whatever obscure pleasure one may gain from it.
My parents are in the Red Cross. After the tsunami disaster, only a week or two after it happened, they both flew to an earthquake-ridden, disease-threatened, drenched land in chaos to help support and take care of the people who had come to identify their dead. Did that make a difference for the world in the long run? No. But I'm pretty damn sure it did to the people standing there weeping over the bodies of their dead family-members.
That's the kind of difference I'm passionate about. We can't save the world and paint it with rainbows and happy butterflies, but we can damn well have the guts to make tiny, tiny sacrifices to make sure one more family is taken care of when their world falls apart, one starving child fed and given an education. To them, it does mean everything.
You don't want in? Fine. I really don't care. But don't come over to my journal and ridicule me because I still can be bothered to care, even after all the shit I've been through.
That's not cool, it's not snazzy badass, it's just plain old dumb, and I thought better of you than that.
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But lets just agree on that we don't agree. I don't want to hurt you anymore, 'cause really, I do care about you, believe it or not. And I would probably hurt you if we continued this discussion. One can care about others with out agreeing with them, ya' know... *gives Chigrima a glance behind Silvy's back* I don't agree with my friends at all times.
I know about your parents. They are heroes just like everyone else on the planet that has worked in all the disasters that Mother Nature has thrown at us or we made ourselfs, really.
I am not dumb. I am not trying to be snazzy. And I do care. I might just have a problem with people telling me with to do and have a bad sense of humor.
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