(Art: The Poor Poet by Carl Spitzweg, 1837)
How would you feel if I told you about a man who has got a dangerous eating disorder?
This fellow, while still in bed in the morning, starts eating whatever he finds around his bed. This goes on throughout the day and right to the point when he falls asleep. Often he does not care whether the food is healthy or not. In fact, there is hardly any time to think about that because he is too busy eating one thing or another.
Needless to say, it does affect him. There is a constant feeling of pleasure, which is addictive. Sometimes it makes him angry, sometimes sad, or depressed. On some days, he keeps eating and puking every few minutes. Surely, there is going to be a long term damage on his body and mind… but he doesn’t care. When you point it out, he gives all sorts of reasons. “Food is important, it’s fun, it’s amusing” he says and keeps going. “What’s the point of my education if I can’t eat? What would I do in my life without food? I will change the world by eating more.” And so on.
Now, how would you feel if I told you that perhaps this guy is you and the food is all the information coming from various news and individual sources?