I'm trying, desperately trying to decide what I can write that might be of some interest. It's sort of like a craving for me, writing, and whenever I get it or get an idea I just have to stop and do it. I guess it sort of sends my mind into a bit of a spin, with the need to transfer information onto paper - so to speak. And then when I get the chance to write, I literally can't stop. My fingers gliding over the keyboard almost mechanically, trying to capture and convey thoughts. So many thoughts...Like now, except now I'm kinda rambling for want of a decent subject.
What is there to actually talk about? There are so many things going on in New Zealand and the rest of the world. Everyone should surely know about most of these things. You see them all over the News, hear them on the radio or read them on the front page of The Herald and Facebook. So much is happening, that I'm surprised that it hasn't got the earth in a spin...if it wasn't already that is!
But you see and hear about so many things these days, drama over here, death threats there, then everything to do with the Royal Baby. Then you've got the local things, such as the Kiwi Dollar changing, issues with the GDT, housing prices skyrocketing and a politician suffering the wrath from what a family member has done.
It's madness, it's as if this world craves News (overall, gossip) in a way similar to my need to write. Good news. Bad news. Opinion and futuristic, it's here, it's there. It's jolly well everywhere, and the world can't survive without it. What else would we talk about, if it wasn't there to inform us?
Take the Duchess of Cambridge, as an example. The whole world knew as soon as she was pregnant, then the gossip mills crashed open, (not that they ever shut down), like the tsunami taking over Japan. Perhaps you could've thought that it went quiet for a while there, but no, pockets of information being passed through newspapers and magazines kept the ball rolling - whether the information itself was actually true or not - who knows? Low and behold she went into labour and the world went into yet another frenzy, as if nobody actually expected her to have the said baby. It may has well have been a rare occurrence?!
Every second thing I read, anywhere on the internet, "Kate this..." "Kate that..." "Is it a girl or a boy?"
Things have gotten to the stage where you can buy two or three different magazines, or in my case, receive three or four farming papers in the mail (on the same day), and they'll all have the same information, but just worded differently. My question is, why?
So many people study journalism of some sort, with the intention of getting the best job out there, in whatever field they prefer. Yet, there are no jobs available, because there are too many journalists. You see it on TV, 10 or more people with their recording devices and camera crews, desperately trying to get to the information and then they'll all go away as individuals and give the public the same thing. There are endless magazines on sale, many just filled with gossip, but yet again, they all may as well be identical, almost cover to cover.
It's pathetic that the world is surviving on this News and gossip, where everyone quite happily pays money for it; yet we're cutting down the trees that we actually need to survive in want of something we can hear of and read ten times over, from different sources.
It's like we're killing ourselves, to live. Hello?!
Yes I go by the knowledge that the final hazard of life, is death. But with everything that's going on in today's world, we may has well just cut ourselves up now and get it over and done with.
I guess it's just as well we don't need to make knives out of paper...