Lots of things going on in the world just at the moment. Brexit may be old hat now, but it’s still at the forefront of my mind. Next comes this election victory/travesty – depending on which side of the fence you were on. The videos are all over social media, showing one side of the story over the other. My left-leaning social feeds are showing left-leaning videos from my left-leaning friends; elsewhere I’m sure it is reversed, or exaggerated.
Yesterday, if someone had asked me what I thought about the whole thing, I would have found it difficult to answer. I keep up with the news (just about), but I do it on the way to work, and because I have many different workplaces, I spend a good amount of time on the way to work, and my mind is usually on just that: work.
Formulating political opinions is not high on my to-do list, but through the news I absorb, I am exposed to many other people’s political opinions; some I agree with, some I do not. Logically speaking, then, I am gradually forming a complete picture and a complete opinion by exposing myself to various sources.
“Where’s the problem?” I hear you ask.
The problem is that these opinions do not help me form one of my own. The posts I find myself agreeing with – sometimes to my horror – are not always the ones that closely match my ideology. I find myself nodding along with opinions I have usually opposed, simply because they are well-worded, well-written, simply because the speaker is a seasoned professional.
How much of this is what I really think, and how much of it is a shortcut from an overtaxed brain? I already have to think about how to pay my bills every month, whether I have to dip into my savings, how to keep my car on the road to get to my jobs that just about pay my rent – I say this not to garner sympathy, but because I believe many of you are in a similar situation. Where, in all of this, do we have the time and the peace necessary to sit down and develop an informed ideology?
Isn’t it easier to let someone else do it for us, someone whose job revolves around such tasks? It would certainly give me a lot more time to finish my third* novel.
But I worry. I worry that letting someone else do the thinking for me is a dangerous road to go down, but perhaps forgiveable if you are taking it knowingly. To tread that road without realising it, though – surely, that is worse?
I have re-written that last paragraph a few times, switching the arguments one way and the other, and I just don’t know.