I don’t want to hear about it
Whenever I hear anything about the economy, the stimulus package, the Dow, layoffs or even Obama, I immediately switch the radio from NPR to music. I don’t care what kind of music, anything but talking about this. I’m protecting my sanity and happiness, because all listening to news does is make me worry.
I don’t want to see your Facebook status about the stimulus, nor an MSN name stating that the country is going to hell in a hand basket, with too many exclamation points. (At least levity to the sentiment and say “where are we going, and why am I in this hand basket!?”) Unless you are going to be some kind of political activist and actually do something, or unless I am voting in the near future in a way that can affect this, I just don’t want to hear your opinions on whether or not you think this is a good idea. Last week, Ramit took the words right out my head and composed them into an articulate and pointed blog post in a way I never could: Why your opinion on the stimulus plan doesn’t matter.
[On a similar note, my dad recently started told me about how the San Andreas fault is ready for a huge quake, and Mt St Helen’s is going to erupt take out the Midwest. I asked him what the point was of knowing this? There is no actionable information (corporate speak).]
Almost any action that is taken, including taking no action, will be criticized. No one really has the answers (scary). All the options seem pretty bleak. Yet, I remain I’m optimistic that we will pull through. Because I don’t know what else to do, and optimism seems like the most rational choice.
If you have an opinion that suggests that my personal actions are incorrect, maybe I want to hear it. (Probably still, no.) If you just want to tell me this stimulus is a horrible idea, don’t bother. You need to start a blog. If there are readers who will read the minutia of my financial life (thanks guys!), there are people out there who will listen to a random guy’s/girl’s opinion on the economy.
In the meantime, I will be (cautiously) optimistic… or I will use every cent I have towards a bunker in Montana and stock it with guns, food, ammo and wine. [But what about Mt. Saint Helens? Maybe Texas? Is it safe there?]