I've stopped watching the news.
I have a B.A. in Political Science. I got cable because I needed CNN. I get excited about Meet the Press. And now, I can't watch it.
Do you know how much bad news is in the media? It's constant. A fire here. A murder there. Swine flu. Bad economy. Rumblings under Yellowstone. Melting glaciers. It's almost as if the collective media conscious is willing Armageddon.
My anxiety over fire has developed into a much more intense and generalized anxiety (so if I don't leave my house for a couple of days, don't worry). I can't do much without worrying about whether the worst will happen. And a lot of this has to do with the news. I think it's great that we are so interconnected. But do I need to know about the bad news in Georgia or Texas or Mexico? Canyon County has enough to hold me over, I think. So I've decided to stop watching the news (or visiting sites where the news might be- like Twitter or the Nest). My email is set up so that I can only see entertainment news and not the actual headlines. I don't want to know. Really, I don't need to know.
I was reminded it is news because it is unusual. But I just cut out at least a dozen articles from the fire where I was the news, I was the unusual. I was that person. So I'm taking a break. And you know, I don't miss it. I've found that my days are more productive without news, without TV (though I do watch movies and the Biggest Loser). I'm still anxious, but at least I haven't planned a grocery store outing to stock up on canned food in case of a mass quarantine this week. You think I'm kidding? It's a good thing we have two pantries!