When Did ‘Being Informed’ Become Synonymous With ‘Being Angry’?

I used to think being informed meant knowing who to cancel next.

Every morning, I’d wake up, unlock my phone, and dive headfirst into the rage buffet. Someone said something problematic. Someone didn’t say enough. Someone said too much.

News, hot takes, subtweets, comment wars — all before breakfast.

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I wasn’t just reading the news. I was feeling it. Viscerally.

My pulse would rise. My jaw would tighten. And somewhere in the chaos of hashtags and breaking headlines, I’d whisper to myself…

Yes. I’m paying attention. I’m a good human. This is what awareness looks like.

But one day, I realized something quietly terrifying:

I wasn’t informing myself anymore. I was hunting for something to be mad about. Not because I wanted to change anything, but because being angry made me feel like I was doing something.

That’s when it hit me:
I didn’t feel educated.
I felt exhausted.

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