Jan. 28th The Bahamas
An odd feature of my reaction to K.B.’s death (when will I
be able to truly process that phrase?) is my inability to listen to, watch, or
read about the news. Other than weather-related news which, given that we are
travelling, is scarcely avoidable, I have not allowed myself to consume any
news since January 10th. B. has noticed this and commented upon its
oddness. It is an extreme reversal, given that being a “news junkie” is one of
my defining characteristics.
Raised in a family in which watching the local news at
suppertime and The National before bedtime, not to mention listening to CBC
radio news at breakfast and lunch, was the normal pattern of life, I always
found people who didn’t keep up with “the news” puzzling. In our family, to be
conversant with current events was considered as important a part of
citizenship as voting. My parents and I are particularly addicted to political
developments and have lengthy discussions only “political junkies” could enjoy
(and which non-political junkies like B. find baffling).
And yet for 18 days now I have remained almost completely
ignorant of what is going on in the world (someone mentioned a plane crash in
Colorado). All I can think is that this is a reaction to the fact that so often
what is on the news is bad news. I
had never really thought about this until B. mentioned it some time ago as a
reason for preferring to listen to the news on the radio. The emotional effect
of distressing scenes of people suffering is too great for him.
And now it is for me, too. Going through what feels
unbearable—the loss of a beloved friend—the idea of hearing about one more
tragedy in the world, large or small, from a massacre in South Sudan to someone
losing their dog, is something I dread. I already feel like I am a broken
person consisting of fragments held together with the thinnest of strings. My
fear is that if I let myself experience any more sadness beyond this greatest
of sadnesses that the string will fray, and break, and that I will disintegrate
into a thousand pieces.
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