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You do realize how much “Garbage” I would have to sift through, to even find an uninteresting story… need I remind you that media is behaving more like it is best to get it out there first, rather than correct. That being said, I am now finding myself in a dillemma, as I do NOT read the news, or watch most tv and movies.

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Some times, I stay off of these things because of anxiety. I find, for myself, that being stimulated by everybody else’s anger, violence, drama, cruelty, and superficial behavior, stresses me the heck out!

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I do not have to read or watch the news, in order to get my information, because my husband and friends all do, and then they talk about it. I can see the tension on their faces and hear the agitation in their voices, as they try to replay the story. They read about it, and see it on the boob tube, but are unable to do anything to make a difference. I guess that is how News connects to my life, never mind an uninteresting story.

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And the thought that the media would ever deign to produce a story that has no interest… why would they do that? The world has been groomed to crave adrenaline, seek out action, and wallow in violence in order to happily exist.

Besides that, I am a child of the streets… a casualty of war, you might say… I have seen things, and gone through moments that shaped me into a very Hard person on the surface, but quite fragile beneath all my Armor.

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While I cannot scour the news, as the prompt suggested, I can scour the very environment around me for my uninteresting story. One does not have to go far beyond their own front doors, in these times, to see stories unfold right before their eyes… whether it connects to them, is a whole different topic that we don’t have time for today.

So, I will treat you to a brief uninteresting story that I saw unfold, and it really did connect to my life…

I was walking in my local park the other day, to feed my local squirrel kingdom. As I walked the path, I noticed a woman walking the same path, but moving in my direction. I discovered that she was also dropping peanuts for the local wildlife, just as I have done. It encouraged me to see someone else doing a very simple deed, with no one there to pat them on the back. She derives the same pleasure as I do, maybe, from giving food to others.

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I may not have much, but a small morsel can go a long way for a tiny creature… Give where you can, when you can, with what you can… even if it is a peanut. Sometimes big things come from small beginnings.

I hope this was enough of an answer for you WordPress. It wasn’t the easiest question to work with, but I did what I could. For everyone who stayed long enough to read this in its entirety, breakfast is on me…

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The watermelon is totally in season, so it is super sweet…