Ignorance is Bliss

Can we pretend the world isn’t burning?

I’ve switched off the news.

There. I said it. I’m no longer seeing hate crimes and watching the evening scuffle of politicians attempting to outdo each other with their sense of worth. I’ve switched off. My social media notifications are no longer blinking. I have turned my private space into a cavernous pit of emptiness. Only my thoughts echo in this chamber.

Is this a positive move? Am I feeling better by feeling uninformed? What good has all that information done for me anyway? My Twitter feed is full of rage. People screaming of injustice with every shade of agenda. I get trolled for expressing an opinion about art and the need not to grab a pitchfork when a mob assembles. My own face is captured in a tweet and slung back at me. Even now, I’m confused as to what that all meant.

Can anyone help?

All around me, the constant cries of anguish and deflated hope. People screaming for attention. I’m in too deep. I can’t think straight. My mind is ablaze with…