One day this week (and the specificity of that should tell you where I’m going here) Obama broadcast the State of the Union. I missed it. In truth, I not only missed it, I didn’t even know it was happening. And so I watched it right away on the internet…
Except I didn’t.
When I went away to college, I lived in a little bubble in the middle of spit and nowhere. The bubble was strong and well, bubbly, and I didn’t pay much attention to life outside my classes and the latest on-dit. Sure, if we talked about politics in a class, I read and did my homework, but other than that – life outside the bubble stayed way outside the bubble.
And then I came back to the real world and life resumed itself. But now I find myself back in a bubble. The baby bubble. Where my biggest concerns involve napping and eating and who’s pooping what. I have no interest in Obama’s wish list even though I know I should. And I feel bad about that. Guilty that my tunnel vision is making me not only a bad American, but a stupid one. I don’t know a lick of what’s going on and instead of buckling down and finding out, I spend my free time trying to lie in bed. My mind is probably atrophying as we speak.