I broke my news hiatus today. Less than 1 minute later, I was done. Nothing you can say will convince me that being aware of what goes on in this world is good for me. Within that 1 minute, I felt anger, anxiety and utter disappointment in the human race.
The one caveat to my no-news project is my local newspaper. If something horrendous happens that I really ought to know about, it will be broadcast in a big red banner across the top page. Other than that, it’s really just community events. News to us, trivia to everyone else. Among today’s front page stories:
- A new sidewalk is being constructed in front of an elementary school.
- The hours are changing in a nearby town’s recylcing center.
- Residents are upset about mobile homes going up in their neighborhood.
- The Braves are in a slump but still 2nd in the division.
I’ve been toying this summer with the idea of moving again. I miss the amenities that larger cities have to offer, and I miss my friends something fierce. On the flip side, it’s comfortable and rewarding living in a town that values community spirit over propaganda and celebrity news. I’m not sure I’m ready to give that up quite yet. Ask me again in January. Brrr…..