“I am satisfied. Give me a bowl of wine:
I have not that alacrity of spirit,
Nor cheer of mind, that I was wont to have–
So, set it down.– Is ink and paper ready?”
~ William Shakespeare, King Richard III
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USUALLY I’M GOOD AT knowing what I’m thinking and feeling about things. Clarity of thought. Sense of purpose. Focus on what matters now.
Me. Most of the time.
But the news of these last few weeks has worn me down. Made me wonder about humanity. Made me want to stay in my jammies all day, hiding in the back of the closet, playing Candy Crush.
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First we talked about:
Then we were inundated with:
Mitch McConnell [or Old Turkey Neck as he's known in this house], and his daily TV political attack ads against his opponent, a woman with a gun who seems to scare the bejesus out of him.
Gamergate, and the blatant misogynistic attacks on woman associated with it under the guise of fair journalistic practices.
Then all of this took center stage:
Renee Zellweger, and the incessant opining about the reasons why she did what she did + about the results of what she did.
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SO MY POINT HERE? After hearing and reading about all the above, I’m tired, emotionally. I’m tired, physically.
I’m just plain tired.
I have to wonder if keeping up with the news is what I need to be doing with my time. While the well-educated rational side of me says “stay informed,” the sensitive empathetic side of me says “ignore.” The cognitive dissonance is beginning to get to me.
Leading me to contemplate how I can do both when the agenda-setting function of the media gives me bad news everywhere that I turn. Except in my closet, of course. Where you may just find me, with my bowl of wine.
Waiting for my alacrity of spirit to return.