I saw this online and I shrugged: "freedom for Mada Masr". Mada Masr the independent Egyptian online newspaper, practically the last fief of free speech in Egypt, had their offices raided by the police with their editors jailed (but now apparently released). I can hear you say: "What, you shruged? You who supposedly cares about free speech, women's rights, and all that?..."
Well, yes, excuse me I read this after having to stand in line at the bank for more than an hour to retrieve some money (this week it seems the max is $1000 but not in one go!), and then dealing with electrical outages (about 5 a day), making sure the diesel comes for the bi-annual refuel (and insuring I got enough cash to pay!), trying not to get upset about the current situation in Lebanon while everything seems to literally fall apart. And since I try to avoid news to stop cases of hypertension since I am diabetic (because I find the said news irritating), it all catches up with me via discussions or browsing.
Plus, I am not going to mention I am trying to ignore a case of cabin fever since I live in Kesserwan and since the 16th of October I have not gone further than the Kaslik sea road - I needed winter slippers and got them at a discount. Oh, anyone who currently lives in Lebanon knows that the market is technically inexistent, and ergo there are no projects to speak of and so one needs to tighten the proverbial belt which mans thanks to my financial acumen I could have easily been on the dole.
I shall mention casually that I got to make sure all medicine for mother and myself are stocked and organized (while there is a national shortage of said medicine). All this while trying to keep a semblance of stiff upper lip. Note: maybe this is why the Brits issued the now infamous "Keep calm and move on".
So clinically, I am suffering from compassion fatigue. Truly, it exists! It is defined as "indifference to charitable appeals on behalf of suffering people, experienced as a result of the frequency or number of such appeals." Look, I do care about Mada Masr, but frankly, it is not within the top 20 concerns I face right now. Living in Lebanon can truly be a challenge. Yet, when a certain amount of things are going well (or are not obviously wrong), one tends to look away about the rest but since the revolution began suddenly it became a "perfect storm" of all things gone wrong - past, present and hopefully not future.
Well, yes, excuse me I read this after having to stand in line at the bank for more than an hour to retrieve some money (this week it seems the max is $1000 but not in one go!), and then dealing with electrical outages (about 5 a day), making sure the diesel comes for the bi-annual refuel (and insuring I got enough cash to pay!), trying not to get upset about the current situation in Lebanon while everything seems to literally fall apart. And since I try to avoid news to stop cases of hypertension since I am diabetic (because I find the said news irritating), it all catches up with me via discussions or browsing.
Plus, I am not going to mention I am trying to ignore a case of cabin fever since I live in Kesserwan and since the 16th of October I have not gone further than the Kaslik sea road - I needed winter slippers and got them at a discount. Oh, anyone who currently lives in Lebanon knows that the market is technically inexistent, and ergo there are no projects to speak of and so one needs to tighten the proverbial belt which mans thanks to my financial acumen I could have easily been on the dole.
I shall mention casually that I got to make sure all medicine for mother and myself are stocked and organized (while there is a national shortage of said medicine). All this while trying to keep a semblance of stiff upper lip. Note: maybe this is why the Brits issued the now infamous "Keep calm and move on".
So clinically, I am suffering from compassion fatigue. Truly, it exists! It is defined as "indifference to charitable appeals on behalf of suffering people, experienced as a result of the frequency or number of such appeals." Look, I do care about Mada Masr, but frankly, it is not within the top 20 concerns I face right now. Living in Lebanon can truly be a challenge. Yet, when a certain amount of things are going well (or are not obviously wrong), one tends to look away about the rest but since the revolution began suddenly it became a "perfect storm" of all things gone wrong - past, present and hopefully not future.