Self reflection is a bitch… once in a while.
image by Eli
This Monday I came to a saddening realization. It happened as I went to work. As the environmentally minded person that I am I go to work by train. That of course has nothing to do with the fact that I don’t have a driver’s license. As usual I pick one of the free newspapers at the entrance of the train station. Media manipulation or not, I like to be informed about the things that are playing on a national and international level.
However this Monday I didn’t get my usual brand but a different newspaper. It was a slim free version of a newspaper that you usually have to pay money for. A newspaper I knew from the times that I still lived with my parent and read their subscribed newspaper. A rather good newspaper. Being rather content with this “present” I stepped on the train and started to read it.
From the moment I laid my eyes on the first page I felt something was wrong. At first I couldn’t put my finger on it but after a couple of pages I realised it only had good news in it. Still curious though I kept read. I seemed to be right. On the last page they explained that it was a newspaper with fictional news written by a couple of environmentally conscious NGO’s. While putting away the paper I was quite upset. I was not upset that they deceived me with false articles, they were actually very nicely written. No, my inner turmoil came from the realisation that the news felt fake since it didn’t bear bad news.
Are we so accustomed to receiving bad news that good news seems like a fairy tale?