Ignorance is bliss

The news. It should be renamed. It's not just informing you about what is going on in the world.
It takes the latest occurrences, filters out the uplifting (unimportant?) stuff and slaps the rest of it in your face. Day. Ruined.

I've limited myself to the news app on my phone in the morning and evening. And the radio news in the car. That's as much as I can take.

Does that make me ignorant? Probably. Do I not care about what goes on in the world? Very much so. Too much probably. It haunts me. Little news snippets. 10 years on. I can still visualise certain news reports. Pictures shown. I don't just watch it and consider myself informed. It soaks into me and goes with me for the day, for life.

I should probably learn to separate emotion from the news, but how can you not be devastated and disheartened by so much of the stuff that makes the headlines? It's a trade off between feeling well-informed and depressed. The older I get, the more I have gone into self preservation mode. It's become harder to skip past the nausea-inspiring stories and still want to read on about those slightly easier to digest. I just don't have the heart.

Fully aware that the world isn't perfect. Humanity is flawed. There has always been violence and misery in there world. There is a need for people to be informed enough to make a difference. It's just not going to be me. Count me out. I've gone in survival mode. And that means that for me, ignorance is bliss.

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