It’s Better If You Don’t Understand

I don’t read or watch the news. I like to stay informed about what’s happening in the world, but with every news flash and every special report, I keep getting informed about things I’d rather know nothing about. I’m sadden—and disgusted—with the endless headlines about sexual abuse, political warfare, government corruption, and of course, the down-spiraling state of the economy. Although I won’t debate which evil is worse than the other, it’s the subject of sexual abuse that disheartens me the most. There’s no need for me to retell the stories of abuse that has been in the news lately; the endless string of cases involving minors is more than any person should have to hear in a lifetime (and into the next).
 

It occurred to me today why I’ve been spending so much time working on my screenplays and daydreaming about non-existent characters. Reality is driving me to away from all things real because all things real are too ugly—ironically, too unimaginable. The things people are capable of doing is not anything I’d even dare to make up.
 

Next time someone tells me to get my heads out of the clouds, I hope they understand that the things going on inside my head aren’t half as creative as what’s going on in the real world. In this particular case, creativity scares the sh*t out of me.