If I open my eyes, and really look at the world we are living in today, I get very sad.
I feel like my childhood is being shattered right in front of me. Scanning a newspaper or a website fills me with grief.
I get a comp subscription to the NY Post at home, and while I detest their right-wing slant and anti-sex attitudes on everything, sometimes I rejoice in it. Because most of their headlines have absolutely nothing to do with reality. A-Rod hits another home run for the Yankees. Paris Hilton is fucking someone else. Brittney Spears got a new wig.
Schlock, all of it. But sometimes, schlock I need.
Because if you really paid attention to what is happening in the world today - countless deaths in Iraq, loner teenagers shooting up bystanders to get attention, environment going to hell in a hand basket, countries in Africa constantly waring, all of it...
You would get really depressed.
Maybe I'm feeling this way because I am going to a wake tonight, and a funeral tomorrow. Maybe opening myself up to grief forces me to open my eyes to everything else.
Some people argue that we as a culture have become desensitized. That it is deplorable how the human race has turned a blind eye to all that is wrong with the world.
I sometimes argue that it is our only defense. That to try to wrap our arms around everything around us would send us all into therapy, or perhaps even worse.
I used to say ignorance is bliss aloud. I still say it to myself.