Funny. I had this idea that, having a week off, for the most part, from news and contentious ideas in the world, and information about people doing and thinking and saying mean spirited, angry, thoughtless reactive things, that I would be ready again to peruse a bit what is going on in the world. But I'm not.
Not at all. Sure, I really intend to know about certain things enough to have a voice about them. But it seems like standing in front of a typhoon. I know, I know, from all those years of activism. The big fish chased by the zillion tiny fish. The U.S. forced out of El Salvador and Nicaragua, at least, due to education and trouble stirred up by activism. Vietnam. Yes.
But, somehow, it tires me now. The mean-spirited stuff.
The easy accessibility; or rather, the overwhelming deluge of information about so much wrong.
The surprise of mistakenly accessing places online where people relish being provocative and idiotic, saying stupid stuff just because it's fun and they maybe get their rocks off.
And yes, everyone...everyone who has any access online or via newspapers or magazines, has this situation.
We now have yet another generation, older than my own children, growing up making choices about how to create their own balance, between being informed, making their opinions known, and not overwhelming their experience in life.
The entitled being the ones most blind to actual entitlement.
We all encounter the sheer volume of information regarding places all over the world, much of it important to know, and yet intolerable to live with.
Seems like it all comes down to second verse, same as the first.
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