![]() ![]() My mom would buy the most delicious sweets – chocolate-covered marshmallows – and give me one a day. When I was 10 years old, I couldn’t wait to be a Grown Up Man. In my second work-in-progress novel (WIP2) the main protagonist utters the following phrase: “A responsible adult should be taking care of this, not me!” It’s not a good thing when a fictional character speaks with the writer’s voice, but Gareth and me are in 100% agreement over this. I’m not going to give examples, because why would I? Look at the news yourself. Twitter keeps me informed whether I want to be or not. A remark from a family member makes me want to cry in powerlessness. A brief look at the front page of HuffPo makes me gasp. ![]() Unfortunately, it appears I can’t completely block worldwide politics, climate change, or countless acts of violence that media love reporting on. I deal with this by blocking X, then hiding the post. ![]() ![]() There are times when I will see X commenting on a post by Y in a way that makes me absolutely seethe with rage. As a chronically ill person I have a limited amount of spoons, and I have to decide how to distribute them. Realising how much energy reading those tirades cost me and how little I actually learned from them made me disengage. I block certain words, phrases, unfollow people who seem perfectly nice and reasonable…until someone says that one phrase or criticises that one idea or…etc. I’m not enjoying the news, the outrage, the furious exchanges on social media. Obviously, I don’t mean to say that the entire planet has nothing to offer me. Confession: I am not enjoying the world in 2018. ![]()
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