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How the Fake News Media is Poisoning Your Mind

This is a guest post by Kid Strangelove. Kid originally published this article at his own blog, but he deleted the site a while ago so he could focus on other projects. He asked me if I’d be willing to re-post some of his articles on my blog and I said yes.

The hardest thing to give up in November so far has been my unnecessary media consumption, hands down. Smoking and jacking off can be curbed with other activities, but the media can draw your eye at any second.

Got five free seconds? Check your Twitter account. Oh look: your phone is telling you someone commented on your Facebook picture. Okay, what’s the latest, most outrageous article of the day? Oh look: Cracked and BuzzFeed have another listicle. Hey, Uproxx is once again drawing you with a video with an over-exaggerated title. Lovely. Where did the last hour go?

Companies and individuals endlessly compete for your eyes and your attention, and want you to keep coming back for more. Sometimes, you get too emotionally invested in things that don’t matter. Just look at the random threats of violence and extreme disbelief over the latest Return of Kings article. I think the latest one is about the five reasons you should date a girl with an eating disorder. Ooooh, another listicle.

The emotional investment is key to why these articles are so addictive: it’s been shown that you get a positive addictive reaction when you encounter something you agree with (yeah, another list but worth the read). Big media knows what it’s doing, and it’s making you angry.

And it was making me angry. I have identified this problem before, but never have I realized what a big role it played in my life till last Thursday.

While at a friend’s birthday party at a Meatpacking District guido techno music club, I popped a molly. I’ve done molly three times before: twice while pre-smoking it, making the experience even better, and once without pre-smoking it in a really bad environment, making it decidedly less fun.

I knew that it was about to kick in, but I didn’t realize how hard it would hit me. Every single worry seemed to disappear from my brain, like they were swiped away by an all-powerful wizard. I tried to think negative thoughts, but I just couldn’t. Everything was magical, everything was beautiful. Heck, I felt positively enough to break my Twitter embargo, because I wanted to share this positivity with the world. But I’d start with a few girls. After all, in my current state, shit tests and rejection didn’t exist, only goodness, and goodness needed to be spread.

During my trip, I didn’t even notice what was happening around me: I was being rejected over and over and over again. I got one number, was dancing to my heart’s content, and talking to people to my heart’s content. And the end result? Nothing.

But I didn’t care: I felt good and positive, even if it was artificially induced. And the trouble was that I have felt this feeling before, naturally. This is the feeling you get when you experience the highest of highs in life. From a personal accomplishment to experiencing beauty, molly didn’t awaken any new feelings in me: it just revived them. They had been dulled into submission in me before, but why?

Media. The negativity we all encounter in our daily lives has been holding me prisoner. It is the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see at night, and its entire goal is to make me feel bad and dependent.

On Saturday evening, I made a choice: I decided to do all my approaches as positively as I could, writing off my lack of success Thursday as just me being in a bad guido club.

And guess what? I failed again. This beautiful, life-affirming, smile-inducing glow that I was trying to spread had the opposite effect: I was just shunned and ignored!

How can something positive really be such a hindrance around women?

Are they bad at processing good emotions? Do they need bad emotions to survive and to feel alive? Was I just doing an updated version of the dreaded “nice guy game” when I was talking to them all positively?

Who knows? But I still like this feeling. But I also like being informed. So from now on, I am changing my news sources.

The first step: reorganizing my Reddit account. Gone are the pictures, funny stuff, and pictures of girls with inner thigh gaps. Gone are the heavily slanted political opinions. World news is in, “best of” content is in, long-form articles are in. The media can be a poison, but it can also be medicine, but too much medicine can kill you.

I will vary my media doses and make sure that I don’t get bothered by anything I read. After all, my media-free month has been pretty introspective so far, and very peaceful. I would like to keep it that way.

And if I need some negativity, I can always get it from women.

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  • Elmer Jones

    I have been struggling with it also and have had some success shutting it off. Definitely there is an addictive reaction and the fake news media is profiting from it. Wrote a blog post with some tips, see the links to Anarcho-Introvert essay and Cold Turkey : http://wp.me/p6QFjS-h9