Lucky Otter and abuse by news.
Every day when I wake up, I check the news headlines. Maybe it’s just hypervigilance and wanting to reassure myself that Trump hasn’t started nuclear war yet. This presidency makes me feel like I’m back in an abusive relationship and as a result I feel on guard all the time.
But at the same time, there’s a certain thrill I get from reading stories that seem like they would have been headlines from The Onion just a year ago. It’s not a good kind of thrill, but the kind of thrill you get from doing something you know might kill you but feeling compelled to try it anyway — like, oh, maybe sky diving or trying methamphetamine. Only the sick thrill is always accompanied by that awful, sinking, helpless feeling you get when you realize you are totally fucked and there’s not a thing you can do about it. …
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