I’m going to be completely honest with how I feel about the current headlines in the news.
I realize indifference can mean the different from getting a candidate you can’t stand with Donald Trump, to one you sorta tolerate but can’t stand with Hillary Clinton. It can mean your kids do bad in school, it can mean your relationship fails, or it can also mean that pretty much everything you thought was worthwhile was ultimately a lie.
The real is the life that sits in front of me; I have debts to clear up, weight to lose and burdens to bear. If I feel there’s something worth commenting on in the world, I will speak it. Generally however, I’ve grown up to understand that although there are things worth speaking on, most things don’t matter.
I suppose a better way to look at it, in a harsher light, is the way people react when you tell them someone died in your family; It comes across in one way as being very honest and open, but it also comes across as you trying to invite someone into a place that is foreign to them; mainly your heart and mind. I would say this is the same thing when a famous person is gone; we all want to invite ourselves into that person’s family as if our loss is theirs. I’m sorry, but you cannot do that even thou we are all guilty of this (myself included).
Since exchanging unpleasant words such as “the f**k does that gotta do with me” generally come across as abrasive and heartless, the best reaction to it and other such events in another person’s life is meh.
Nobody cares about your problems the way you do. Nobody can see the turmoil that you do. For others to assume they can is a half-truth; they can only see as much as they will allow themselves too.
Same goes for world events, or even events in your own city.
I’m sure I’ll find something to care about, but right now, It’s only myself that I care about.