Funny thing is, I consider myself a generally happy person. I think once you accept the doom and gloom, it's almost kinda liberating. Like why worry about something that's unavoidable and out of your control anyway? Some amount of detachment from the future can be healthy...
Also, microbes. We're teeming with them and their poop. Gazillions of little creatures living on and in us. You never have to feel lonely!
I then found myself needing to intentionally seek out positive/uplifting/good news or my mental state would suffer.
Now that governments largely consider the pandemic "over", the news had once again become empty and devoid of anything interesting to me. Maybe it's time to give it up again.
...also...
Sturgeon’s Law: Ninety Percent of Everything Is Crap[0]
it's like: what's going to happen? Am I going to spontaneously combust if I just ignore you?