I feel you man. Most of my friends want to bury their heads in their sand to cope and ignore everything, I just can’t do that. I want to be angry for a while and talk about what’s making me angry.
I’m far too aware that the level of action I’m willing to take and the level of action it would take for one individual to change the course of nations are too far apart for anything but for my mood to change with the winds of the times, despair or hope as massive demographics drive them. On some level, I think, I would prefer to be clueless to that.
But I can’t be. Some fuckers taught me how to read and write and shit, and now I’m cursed with literacy and awareness. I fucking hate it.
But I can’t be. Some fuckers taught me how to read and write and shit, and now I’m cursed with literacy and awareness. I fucking hate it.
Heck yes.
I had a media career and gained a… habit if not love… for news and journalism in a way. The habit is crushing now in the way that an addiction quickens into life-threatening dependence in the blink of an eye.
I’m wrecked, honestly. About all of it, but there’s a little extra ketchup on the shit sandwich for me in the abandonment of journalism we see every day. Not to mention the impending media acceptance of Trump’s retribution.
I feel you in this thread and it hurts because all I need to do is nod along.
I feel you man. Most of my friends want to bury their heads in their sand to cope and ignore everything, I just can’t do that. I want to be angry for a while and talk about what’s making me angry.
I’m far too aware that the level of action I’m willing to take and the level of action it would take for one individual to change the course of nations are too far apart for anything but for my mood to change with the winds of the times, despair or hope as massive demographics drive them. On some level, I think, I would prefer to be clueless to that.
But I can’t be. Some fuckers taught me how to read and write and shit, and now I’m cursed with literacy and awareness. I fucking hate it.
Don’t forget critical thinking.
Heck yes.
I had a media career and gained a… habit if not love… for news and journalism in a way. The habit is crushing now in the way that an addiction quickens into life-threatening dependence in the blink of an eye.
I’m wrecked, honestly. About all of it, but there’s a little extra ketchup on the shit sandwich for me in the abandonment of journalism we see every day. Not to mention the impending media acceptance of Trump’s retribution.
I feel you in this thread and it hurts because all I need to do is nod along.