Stop The World

 An old song, Stop The World I Wanna Get Off is my theme these days. Okay, I am one of those turkeys who likes to put her head in the sand if I may mangle a saying. When I listen to morning radio or read the headlines or browse the 'net for some news, it's nothing but a load of negativism. Sorry, I am one of those average jokers who can take only so much, even though I am entirely in sympathy. Usually, when tragedy or the horrors of how some humans mistreat others is spoken, I can grasp it, but when there is too much of too much, a person my stage needs a time space to deal with it emotionally. I need time to think it all out and consider and ponder and weigh, and then come up with how I really feel. To deny this, would be a lie. There are times when I wish I could jump in there and yell and scream and rant and weep, but that's not what works or how I do it. Time allows me, and perhaps others, a cooling period in order to handle a sense of what implications could arise and how the problems could be fixed, if at all, or what I personally can do to help the situation. In these times of global interaction, and the ease of being a world conscious citizen, it is a huge responsibility. It's not to be taken lightly even by the most fragile individual. Everyone has to dig deeply into one's own being and construct, to fully examine world and local issues that surface and are in-your-face things that are important because each and every person is important. When you are of an age, as I am, you have seen all kinds of horrible happenings from World War Two onward. You've seen younger wars, some useless and that slaughtered the young and best from various countries to the stand-by innocent who couldn't escape. You know what's bad, and what was thought to be okay, but is now very bad. What has been and is, is a big burden to carry and to handle. When you are young and see only the wrong with nothing to compare it with, you might not have to deal with the mixed feelings of someone aged who was told everything was right when it was all wrong. The revelation needs understanding and pacing and sorting through, to fully grasp the whole. It didn't come through television pictures and stories that are published day to day. Many of the realities were hidden for decades and now, suddenly, they're crashing into your, once thought to be, perfect life. The news reporters, the ambitious ones, who trust nothing and no one, but dig and dig until they find something bad are are needed and doing their job, but when information bombs explode in your face, it's a little harder to comprehend, right or wrong. A wrong is a wrong and not right, that's a given. But when you are one who saw the world differently for a long time, and was told differently, you cannot suddenly accept truths and realities immediately. Shock is likely the best term to describe how it feels. The new realities are real and true, no argument there. But being able to pick them up and really feel them, takes a bit of time. And they say, time heals. It doesn't cure but I do think, it does heal. And there's a lot to heal these days.