@Fragglemuppet @virtuosew I just read this this morning:
" Joy is callous. All evidence of it is a reminder that someone somewhere is suffering, which many someones always are, so joy should be withdrawn, and anyway it’s neoliberal. There can be no good things until there are no bad things at all, which is why good things are bad."
https://lithub.com/rebecca-solnit-how-to-comment-on-social-media/
@Fragglemuppet I was honestly thinking of posting something about how burned out I am, that the truth doesn't actually seem to matter and everything seems to suck. But why bother to post it?
Why should I burden the readers of my posts (all 10? of them lol) with more shit to deal with? It doesn't matter what my opinion is on <weighty topic here>. I can't change matters that are important to me purely in proportion to how much they consume me emotionally. And a clever snarky post or satire doesn't actually do a damn thing to effect change. It doesn't make a whit of difference. Besides the fact that most of the time out here we're preaching to the choir.
So I don't read the news any more. There's nothing I can do by reading it except for suffer. You know, I got called "ammoral" for that? For being fed up with nothing but hearing about bad things *with no guidance on how I can make the bad thing better*?
So I vote left. I give money to charity. I joined my union. I follow as many of the modern mitzvot as I can - only consuming ethically sourced, free range food, source my electricity from a vendor that says it's renewable. Don't own a car. Give a great deal of money to homeless people when I pass, when I have money in my wallet (mostly cashless these days). I'm lucky enough to make more money than I need, so I try to send it to where it will do good.
I'm a drop in the ocean. I'm doing my part, and that's literally all I can do. I can't take on the mental strain of caring about anything else. I *resent* social media posts of some new horror, some new demand on my reserves of mental resilience, demanding that I care about some other new thing. And they never say what the reader can do to help. Never. And half the time it's nothing more than semi-accurate snark.
A pithy statement solves nothing. Neither does martyring one's mental health. (Nor, I'm coming to learn, does screaming at evildoers, no matter how much you're correct).
...sorry. That's a lot, but I'm drunk and your post is relevant and it's been weighing on my mind for a while.
But yeah. For the most part I only toot jokes and funny stuff, and (I hope) amusingly worded complaints about stuff that really doesn't matter. Because the only change that would result from me making pithy statements about weighty matters is to burden the reader with more trauma.
I feel much the same way. And I don't think you should be called "ammoral" for it.
For one thing, it's spelled "amoral"... 😅
Fucking this. Absolutely.
@Fragglemuppet I was thinking about this the other day. Sometimes I wish public figures would use their notoriety to address some of the world’s problems. On the other hand, we all know the effects of doom scrolling.
So maybe there’s a balance — somewhere between Pinker’s willfully alienated optimism and full-time anxiety-inducing activism.
@Fragglemuppet This.
Something I had to learn the hard way: if all you do is focus on the horrors, that's all you see. It's Red Car Theory, but because it's about political issues, you start to make assumptions about other people, as you said.
@Fragglemuppet @johnelalamo Well said!!
It’s also worth mentioning that it’s generally not profitable for news organizations to report good news, so it’s easy to assume that *everything* is bad. Here are some good-news sources to combat that:
https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org
https://reasonstobecheerful.world
https://www.positive.news
https://www.optimistdaily.com
@Fragglemuppet In fact the worse the outside world gets, the more I need to withdraw into a fictional one for my own physical safety.
Not even exaggerating. Depression is a chronic condition that, if not managed carefully, can be terminal.
Of COURSE I care. Does my caring count more if I am dead? If not, then back off of my escapism, thank you.
It has taken a lifetime to know my limits.