I feel uninspired this week. Sure, the world is filled with tons of events worth writing about — Occupy Wall Street, the death of Steve Jobs, heck even the newest episode of “South Park” provided witty commentary that might be worth tackling — but I’m just not feeling it.

Perhaps that’s because I’m far enough into the semester that I’m starting to feel burned out. Or, maybe it’s because writing about all the things wrong in this world on a weekly basis is just exhausting.

This whole year, starting back in January, has just been like one long waking nightmare for the world and I think I’m just starting to become numb to it all.

Earthquakes, crooked politicians, the slaughter of 77 people in Norway: At some point, how can you not just choose to put up a wall? I feel like we should honestly be gathering supplies and building bomb shelters, so sad and dark are the times we live in.

I know I’m coming across as a Debbie Downer, but it’s just how I’ve been feeling.

I look at the protests going on in New York, and now D.C. and Norfolk, and just wonder what, if any, impact they will have. I feel like I should be excited by the prospect of change, but it just looks like more of the same. Twenty-somethings demanding change and reform. Such a large movement based around such a small demographic. Why are we so divided?

Religion, race, sexuality: It’s like we’re not meant to be a united people. We created a world designed to segregate and now we just resign ourselves to fight over ending the disputes we’ve created.

But what are you going to do? Personally, I’m probably just going to keep going through the motions, doing my best to not let the ugliness of the world overtake me.

If that means just spending some of my days on the couch with a case of beer and some video games — where I’ll undoubtedly hear more racially and sexually based verbal assaults — then so be it. I suppose that’s something to be grateful for, a way to escape reality.

I don’t know, maybe it’s just the gloomy weather that’s been perpetually hovering around our campus since the semester started. Or maybe it’s just the increasing workload of my classes, but I’m simply feeling bleak this week.

Just look at the stories in this week’s section. There’s a story about us arming criminals, a story about horrible parenting and even one about a famous musician referring to our president as Hitler. How are you not supposed to just shake your head in dismay at all of that?

With luck, next week I’ll be out of this slump I seem to have fallen into. After all, “Arkham City” comes out Tuesday and I’m really excited about that.

To add to that, I hope that between now and next week, I won’t have to read another story about a kid who was bullied to the brink of suicide.