Constant Distraction is a Psychological Prison
Sometimes, between the never ending glasses of iced coffee and checking the news for updates
on multiple crisises threatening to unfold to wreak havoc on the world, I feel the fabric of the psychological walls that keep me bound to this spot.
Not a physical spot, but a psychological one where I can't and won't take action because I am torn between constantly changing objectives that the tv and the internet tell me I must focus on now.
Ebola, Avian Flu, Zika: these things weigh constantly on my mind like wet newspapers layered and layered until I can no longer escape.
Will Yellowstone National Park explode with the force of hundreds of atomic bombs and wave a tail of toxic gas across the continents until we are all dead?
The economy is always perpetually about to come crashing down around me. I can't think to invest when everything is so uncertain.
And even still, I know I'm a lucky one. Blessed by early life poverty, I am not attracted to the consumerist culture that seeks to deprive me of my last penny.
What's on TV?