Confession Of a (News) Junkie
I have dabbled with many substances in my life. Marijuana, Xanax, alcohol, peanut M&M’s . The delicious foot-long sandwiches from the Arab store around the corner from my house. I could go on and on, but I think you catch my draft. I definitely have what is called is an addictive personality. It a little of something is good, then a bit must be great, right? Well, no, but that’s how my mind operates and it’s a constant struggle to keep it on track.
Something popped into that mind a little while again, the midst of 100% sobriety. OK, they do sell peanut M&M’s here, but I’ve only had one pack. The shit is more expensive than a pure Colombian cocaine. Anyway, the thought that occurred to me that all throughout my life, the one addiction I have always fed, no matter what, is my news habit. I still feed it, even now, but that lack of sources is real drowner.
I am limited to talk radio and the Washington Post, with the occasion broadcast thrown in (people prefer to watch movies). I still receive a good bit of information, so it’s not like I’m totally in the dark. But the difference between my current situation and then one I left is stark. How do people who follow world events like I do even get by without an internet connection? Does anyone do this willingly? I find that almost impossible to believe.
One stable and moderately fast internet connection, along with computer and headphones, gives a person access to million times more information than a newspaper and radio. Hell, throw in television as well. Most news programming in the United States is garbage anyway. What I wouldn’t give to be able to hop on Feedly right now and check all my favourite sources. It legitimately saddens me that I cannot.
Up until now. I’ve only been talking about legitimate news. What about rumours and tabloid fare? I love that stuff as well! I got almost none fit here, although thankfully my wife keeps me somewhat in the loop during the telephone calls. On a side note, she’s doing an fantastic job of making sure this site stays afloat and I love her so very dearly for that, among many other reason.
I’m just saying, the sooner I can get back on Twitter and see someone got rhetorically smacked around, the better. Even if that person’s myself, I don’t care. I will no longer take even that for granted.
Until then, I will sit here biding my time. As I write this, there is yet another notion invading consciousness. News never stops. Rumours never cease circulation. There will always be fresh smackdowns for me to revel in. And it’s all just around the corner.
The sooner, the better.