Some 6 hours after my lament on the state of the nation, my attitude has changed considerably. No, I haven’t turned 180 degrees and marched into the streets in protest. I think, instead, I’ve gone sideways and just avoided the whole issue. While the President has declared a State of Emergency, I have entered a state of… well… bliss.

Ignorance, many say, is bliss. I agree. I’ve hopped into my bed; tuned in to American Idol, Scrubs, and whatever entertainment is on the tube; and pretty much tuned out any news of the events (or non-events) in the streets. The frustrations I could barely contain only 6 hours ago are now a distant memory. The nation could fall apart all around me and I wouldn’t have a clue. Whether the city falls into chaos or trudges along like it does everyday, I will just be here, safe in my little, sheltered, world. I’m thankful for the security, but at the same time, I’m appalled by my apathy.

At this point, I should be talking about taking some action - about getting off my butt and stepping out of this cocoon I’ve spun around me. Heck, I should be doing more than talking about it - I should be doing something.

What am I doing?

Being the pathetic being that I am, I am doing nothing. I’m blogging, getting ready to take a nap, and thinking of raiding the refrigerator. I’m irritated by the rumors of a coup d’etat, by the rallies, by the declaration of a state of emergency, and by so many other things - but all I can do is post one entry and say that’s that. Once I’m back in my room, the state of the nation doesn’t matter anymore. Pathetic, isn’t it?

Of course, I could blame my idleness on sheer exhaustion. I could simply say that I’m tired, I’m sleepy, and I’m staying in bed. I could just close my eyes and dream the world away.

I’m doing just that.