Further Worries

Dear Media,
I get it. Really. You need stories to report, and its the scary ones that get the most views. This isn't the first time you've blown a story way out of proportion, so I shouldn't be surprised. But you are freaking out the entire world. And its not nice.
So cut it out.
Sincerely,
Me

This is, quite possibly, the first time in my life I've watched so much news willingly. My mother is a Foxnews junkies, so every day is an epic battle over who will wield the remote control. But not this week. I've sat glued to the television, flipping between news channels while double checking news websites during commercials.

And its pathetic.

I don't know who or what to believe anymore. Experts are arguing with experts over the possible outcomes of the nuclear plant's fate. The government is evacuating American citizens. Panic seems rampant.

I use to get excited to tell people that I was moving to Japan in less than a month. Now I dread the question, "So what are your plans for the future?" Because I know as soon as I tell them, I get the most sympathetic look. Moments later when they realize I still intend to go, that look becomes accusatory along the lines of locking me away in an asylum.

My future has never been so up in the air before. And, despite my previous entry about not worrying, I haven't been this stressed in years. But the truth of the matter is, what do I really have to complain about? Yes, its frustrating. Yes, I usually wind up crying most days.

But I have my home. I have my family. I have food and shelter. I really don't deserve to complain.