Another Post Camino phenomenon –
I have no interest in the news.
Me, a former journalist. Me, a former news junkie. Me, who had RSS feeds from the major news sources coming into my every electronic orifice.
That was Pre-Camino.
Post-Camino, I don't care.
Because most of the news is what it is – journalistic chaff. Reportage roughage. Informational dietary fibre.
There are important breaking news stories of course – and informed well researched commentaries – but mostly, the news is not important. Not in the whole scheme of things.
I went five weeks without looking at a news site on the web. That's the longest period in my adult life when I've gone without the news.
And I didn't miss it one dot.
When, post Camino, I finally did check in, nothing much had changed.
There were some scandals at home involving a couple of high profile people, which the country seemed absorbed in, while I was walking across Spain blissfully unaware.
I don't feel my life was any the poorer for not knowing the details of these scandals. On the contrary, the Camino showed me how facile and totally unimportant it all is.
If I saw The News walking down the street coming towards me, I'd cross the road to avoid it.
Because I'd know that The News would want to grab me by the lapels and shout at me about all the horrible things that have happened lately, or it would want to gossip, or it would want to pull down the reputations of good people I admire.
It would be full of negativity and idle meaningless chatter. And it would try to pander to my basest fears. Fear of my personal safety, fear of people of different races, fear of change.
The News would try and rattle me. It would try to make me angry. Try to make me hate.
So I figure The News would be someone to avoid.
That's what I'm doing Post-Camino.
I'm crossing the road.