On my now daily commute, I typically observe people reading news papers and magazines. Sometimes I can’t help but to read one of the huge glaring news headlines from over their shoulders.

12 people die in horrific glazed-donut accident
Now a headline like that will sell more papers than one reading …
Local urban teen awarded full scholarship: first in family going to college.
Why?

Now I know im being overly dramatic here, but why are we drawn so much more to the negative, unfortunate, horrible and otherwise shitty news? Are we trained by the news media at an early age that only death, despair and dramatic are note worthy?

The only thing you witness when watching the nightly news are of the horrible things that happen daily in this world. You hardly ever see any sort of success story highlighted, and if you do its seems like the news station is doing some sort of charity case. Usually this kind of news is about some cancer kid and how all the people in the neighborhood pooled some money together to get him a shitty looking wig.

It’s for these reasons that I don’t ever willingly watch the nightly news or pickup a newspaper. I would much rather turn to the learning channel and watch Bob Vila install a 220 volt electrical outlet in somebody’s S&M torture room for their high powered dildos.

The terror alert is at purple … Zillions of people in Africa are dying and nobody’s helping … Celery will give you hemroids … Juan’s Taco stand burned down leaving 12 immigrants homeless … its all too much to pay attention to.

If you focus too much on the negative things in life, you will become negative and spitefull.

A few weeks ago a good friend of mine had his house catch on fire and burned almost to the ground. While he was still in his boxers shorts trying to contact family members, there were the news cameras from all the local news stations shoving their cameras in his face asking him the same questions 13 times.

Here is a news flash for the media conglomerates out there .. when something like that happens .. the last thing you need is somebody interviewing you, reliving every agonizing second.

I hope to god when somebody swipes their Golden Twinkie out of their hands, tosses it on the ground and then stomps all over it. That they themselves are placed on national TV, grieving the loss of their sponge cake and creamy filling.

But we are to blame, we keep tuning in every night asking them to get us more horrible footage. We ask them to pry into lives more and more every day.

Shut the TV off and burn that newspaper. Go plant a tree, talk to a friendly stranger, help an old lady across the street, hug a bunny and for god’s sake watch more porn.

Relax, life would be much better if we all weren’t so fricken negative.