Sinking in apathy?

I love to people watch and it just so happens to be that buses are one great place to people watch.  My friends and I, in need of some off campus chill time, headed on down to the Mad Hatter Tea Company downtown.  It's right by the 10th and Commerce transfer station. Full of tea samples and interesting people, it's a great way to relax, but still try to pull of the oh so intellectual college student appearance.  Anyways, our bus ride downtown was pretty thought provoking.  Everyone seemed jazzed up about Hilary Clinton's visit.  My friends and I first sat quietly and pointed out places we always wanted to go.  Then an elderly guy began an intensive interview amongst the three of us on our political stances.  He didn't seem to care so much about what we said, but rather how we said it.  He wanted drive, ambition, passion.  He wanted emotions of rage or joy to reverberate with our voices.  Yet, I didn't feel it and now I wonder how much I feel about anything?  Where are my wild protests of the 1960s college students?  Where's my passion?

Mei-Lani, Student