Life in AUS vs life in the US is different, as I’m sure you can all imagine. There are pluses and minuses to each style of living… if I could somehow get a fifty / fifty time balance between each happening… that would be fabulous.

Something pleasant I find about Australia is that it’s quite easy to avoid the media. Living in the greater NYC area, it’s becomes near impossible. Especially when you consider the population density to boot. Your odds of simply overhearing something are a lot greater.

At times I get caught up in listening to what the media’s feeding, but usually it ends up upsetting me.

And I am very sensitive.

Yesterday by total accident I heard a ‘news update’ on television about a dog that was found ‘with its genitals cut off’ and that authorities ‘think cruelty to animals’ was involved.

Something like this, and most things we hear on the ‘news’ is sickeningly surreal to me. In fact, mentioning it here has my heart in my throat and my fingers trying to type while my hands instinctively want to form fists.

And that’s not like me at all.

A cynic would naturally slam me with an ‘ignorance is bliss’ argument to which I would simply agree. In this world, ignorance is bliss to some of us for certain reasons.

Like when you hear something so fucking sick… that the thought of belonging to a species that could even think of such a heinous act is enough to keep you in bed for weeks.

… which is why I try to never watch the news… ever.

Now I have to write an angry story about it… grrr.

ps. Reason #465 why I could never be a Journalist.