… how many people out there are feeling the way I do right now.

Never before in history have we had more access to news and information – and ways to receive it. You can even watch it on your refrigerator now.

And yet…

When I get in the car to go to work in the morning, I plug in my iPod instead of listening to “Morning Edition” on NPR.

When I get to my office and turn on my Mac, the first thing I do is no longer to fire up my Web browser and check the news headlines on my iGoogle page.

I might listen to a bit of “All Things Considered” on the way home in the evening – but that’s really selective. The weekly tech segment. A book or music review. Otherwise, the iPod is playing again.

And the same goes for my consumption of news at home. Okay, yes. I admit: I spend way too much time in front of my computer. And it used to be that I always had a browser Window open to peruse the news. Not any more.

The news is full of depressing stuff.

Stories of people whose lives have been destroyed because of the economic recession. Or whole companies.

Hell, I suppose you can toss the whole country of Iceland in there.

I just don’t want to hear it anymore.

Is it because I’m weak and can’t take what the world has to throw at me? Am I one of those silly people who refuse to accept reality?

No, I don’t think so.

But don’t you think that after a while all of this starts to become fuel for the fire? The self-fulfilling prophecy?

Okay, I’m not oblivious and I don’t believe that just because I don’t hear about what’s going on means it isn’t happening, or it’ll go away.

I’m aware. It’s really bad.

But at this point it’s like knowing you have terminal cancer, and every day you get a report on how much closer you are to death measured by the amount of new cancer cells produced.

Do we really need all this granular information?

I don’t.

I know what’s going on. I do pay attention and I make sure I understand the big stuff. But I don’t care to be fed a constant source of bad news.

It’s given me a really awful case of indigestion. So I’m not gonna chew on that stuff for a while.

So sayeth the StickMonkey.
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