The theory of Selective Perception posits that of the million and one messages that we come across each day, we have the ability to choose the ones that most suit us. It is the process by which individuals perceive what they want to in media messages while ignoring other viewpoints.
This is what I learned from an article I just read on Bella Naija written by Precious Uwisike; Staying Sane In An Insane World. Just what I needed. Easier said than done though, filtering out the excess, the negatives, and It's everywhere, on TV, in the news, on the blogs, in the papers, in BB updates, social networks and every other place imaginable.
But I'll let it out before it swallows me; I'm just tired of it all. I'm being selfish I know, and for once I'm not going to feel guilty about being selfish, there are young girls probably being raped by filthy terrorists and there's someone in the hospital trying to nurse what's left of his limbs as I type this but for a minute I would like to be oblivious, and act like my country is not in turmoil, under attack, I would like to act like I didn't hear that some primary school children were just kidnapped in Surulere this afternoon (not that this is related to terrorism). Hell! Just when I dropped the ipad mummy calls me and says "how are the kids, be careful with them, some children were just kidnapped in Surulere this afternoon" and realizing there's no refuge I return to cyberspace and Linda Ikeji confirms it. Is there no respite from this insanity and barage of bad news?
I'm tired of visiting my favourite blog Romance Meets Life and every post starts with a picture of someone holding up a cardboard paper asking someone to bring our girls back. I'm tired of the news and all of it. I'm tired to trying to figure out how many of these people genuinely care and how many are doing it just because it's trending, so it's the socially acceptable thing to do right now.
So yes, I'm probably a selfish bitch but I just want to bury my head and blot it all out. I need to once again feel the joy in writing, in blogging, in creating. Now everytime I try to do something there's this giant image looming before my eyes reminding me that all isn't well.
So God, because I want to feel human again, this time I'm asking for me, for my sanity, for my peace of mind, for my ability to forge ahead, bring our girls back and put an end to the insurgency in my country. Because I want to write or watch a movie or have an idle conversation without a nagging feeling of guilt, and of dread, or fear or anguish! I just want the girls to be brought back and for Nigeria to return to its boring old corrupt self. But more importantly I want not even the Boko Haram insurgents, but their sponsors to be exposed, disgraced and brought to book. And failing that then Lord please make provisions for this daughter of yours to be away from here before January 2015. Even Ghana would be a preferred alternative.
For now I'll try to find ways to stay sane, to not feel guilty when I let my guard down and find I'm unaffected by what's going on, I'll try to make progress in my life even when I think I'm going insane by all that's happening around me. And I will continue to pray for peace in Nigeria. But first, I will try out this selective perception.