For some time now, I’ve had this feeling of intoxication after listening to or writing about whatever happens on the political scene, in activist circles and the media. After all, what is the point? Being informed, you might say. But informed about what? How much of what is presented to us – the mass of information junkies – as news, is even relevant?

What is there to be gained, at the end of the day, by following political disputes between groups trying to avoid their own projection of the apocalypse? This time next year, presumably, those lamenting the human condition and worrying about the possible demise of our species will still be there to do the same, over a few pints, anticipating their new crusades in 2019.

Brooding over my New Year’s Resolution list, one thought came to mind – how about stopping? Is it unfeasible? Is this daily consumption of fabricated agitation an addiction, perhaps?

Wherever we turn, in the space of ideological activism, there are small clones of Procrustes with a solipsistic desire to mould the world into the shape of their own graven image.

Everyone is both righteous and self-righteous. Everyone has the ultimate answer as to what your priorities should be. And it’s your duty to be interested, to feel guilty over not caring about things you’ve done nothing to cause and could not help address either way.

There is an interesting TEDx talk on the issue of following politics constantly and the impact the internet has had lately, appropriately titled “Why politics makes us mean and stupid.”

“We’re not people separated by different opinions, we’re people separated by different realities.”

There’s so much more a human brain can be employed for than becoming a receptacle for the gush of minutiae springing from propaganda outlets.

The Sun will still rise in the morning, regardless of what hysteria pushers claim the night before.