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I paint, write, and dance. Also cook vegetarian food.

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Wednesday, 14 September 2005
Is it just me?

Why is it that whenever you say you do not want to hear about something, suddenly everyone in the world wants to talk about that one, particular thing?  I had this experience a while ago with the latest Russian Submarine... (Can you say lead balloon?)  I'm one of those people who likes to get up, read the news paper, and then not hear one more word about any of that shit until the next newspaper, many, many hours of sleep later.  My family, however, is into round-the clock news channels, or, as I like to say, Soap Operas for people with brains.

Just because the topic was intelligent, the first time doesn't mean that it's still intelligent after you've beaten it to death.

I especially despise those news stories where the outcome is obvious, to any remotely functioning human being, three months before it actually happens.  That sucks!  It's like putting a little kid on a railroad track, and tying a video camera to his belly.  You can see the train coming, but there's absolutely nothing that you can do about it.  Shit happens.  It may even be news for a fraction of a second, but it hardly requires round the clock coverage.

But, no matter how many times I ask people to shut up, I still wind up hearing about this kind of thing.  I don't want to hear about Submarines, hurricanes, brats kidnapped because his/her or its parents can't adjust their social calendar to exclude Pederasty circle on Fridays, or any variation of the latest dumb blonde to get drunk and fall off a penis in Aruba. (Far be it from me to blame the sainted victim, but honestly.)

This goes double for people in my own life.  If any given relative is doing something stupid, don't tell me, and don't ask me to clean up the peices, later.  It isn't that I don't care.  It's just that I don't want to watch.  Just tell me, when you have a clear idea of when the funeral will be, and I'm fine.


posted by: SianNorah at 20:13 | link | comments (1)


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#1  15 September 2005 - 01:31
 
I can only take so much "pain" myself. Being a mother, reading horrible things that happen to children makes me ill, so I skip over those kind of articles. No, it isn't just you. My heart goes out to those in pain, but I do have a mechanism of survival that prevents me from rolling around in it.
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