Do you ever find yourself watching a television show and being forced to scoff at some ridiculous circumstance that makes little-to-no sense? Like a character apparently jumping out of a car at the last second before an explosion, despite the camera angle not allowing for such an event? Of course, even if they had managed to jump out, there are one hundred and one other things that should happen; they should have their eardrums blown out, for example. Also, that doesn’t even touch on the fact that a car exploding in the first place is a highly unlikely circumstance, but I’ve strayed from the point. You know that sudden loss of one’s willing suspension of disbelief that makes some television difficult to watch?
Well, sometimes, I get that with the nightly news. Maybe it’s a product of my sheltered upbringing, of ten years spent running from the Tree Walker or of four years spent in the same house, but some things I see on the news just seem incredible. How did Strauss-Kahn think he could get away with raping that poor woman? What possessed the Secret Service to interrogate a 13-year-old over a Facebook post expressing concern for the President’s well-being? What the hell do people see in Jedward?
Honestly, watching their Eurovision performance made me want to sew my eyes shut. Not that I did, for reasons both obvious and not. The pain. The impairment of sight. The risk of infection. The things I see when I close my eyes. The screams.
The world seems to be coming apart at the seams more than usual lately. It was always a hellhole but it seems to be even moreso these days. I suppose that, much like a human mind, there’s only so much tension that a stitch can take before it breaks. Poverty, war, rape, corruption, apathy to the above. Who needs the Tree Walker when you have monsters like us, eh?