...when I was younger?
I never used to think about things like politics and feminism for example. If they came up in conversation I'd make some bolshy, childish comment about it being boring and I wasn't interested. Then I'd carry on preening in the mirror and be totally untroubled by current events.
The more I've learnt and the more engaged I've become the more worried, stressed and outraged I feel! The injustice plays on my mind.
So, while I know I'm a better person for being nore interested in the world I live in, AIBU for missing my blissful ignorance of my teenage years?