In Praise Of Slow News

I manage anxiety with information. "Oh, that? That's scary!" *runs to Twitter* like when I spent three days digging through conspiracy theories about the Nashville explosion because now my best friend lives there and it was close enough to wake her up. It probably would've been enough for me to just notice that it's terrifying to have your best friend able to hear an explosion. And to be fair, when it's your best friend, they see all the wild tweets you send them as "Hi I love you, I'm glad you're okay," anyway so it doesn't even work to block the vulnerability. Good talk.