It has come to my attention lately that what I care about is not what you all seem to care about.  So let me first set the record straight:  I don't care about the environment/nature or health/nutrition as much as you do.

I realize that I'm leaving myself open to ridicule, but it's just a simple fact.  I don't get all riled up over new vegan restaurants.  I don't get out of bed in the morning anxious to do my part to clean up our local rivers.  I don't feel that bad about the cows that have sacrificed themselves for my mid-day burger cravings.

As great as these other lifestyles may be on paper, most Kashi-brand food I've tried tastes like tree bark.  I like meat.  As much of a surprise as it may cause in you, I have actually tried living some of those ideals and have found that it's not for me.

Likewise, I don't feel compelled to join causes or sign petitions that aren't a part of my own passions.  It's simply rare (never happened, that I recall) that someone presents something that I care enough about to want to hear it.  It sounds terrible, but I'm most often simply not motivated by whatever motivates you.

I'm not saying that people are forcing these things on me.  Nor am I putting down anyone else's lifestyle.  And I'm not discouraging you from doing whatever gets you riled up.  What I'm really trying to convey here is the thought that when you get excited about these kinds of things and expect me to be excited too, I'm tired of faking it so that you don't feel disappointed.  Your enthusiasm is great, but it has not been infectious, thanks for playing.

Yes, there are things that invigorate me, and I'm pleased on the rare occasions when I find someone who has the same passions I do.  But generally, don't expect me to get all fired up about nature and health food (among other similar topics) because it's simply not my thing.  Now please pass the Fritos and jar of cheese dip.