I have never had reason to stop contemplating my navel and focus on the more important philosophical question of the day: What Makes NPR So Depressing?
If NPR is depressing for you, Godspeed to you! Many of us will never know what we should do or say in your presence.
My memory is that sometimes NPR stories end with a bit of snarky humor, sometimes they end with a bit of old fashioned melancholy about how life used to be in this country when more of us lived in little towns... and before we had NPR, we had the old men in overalls sitting on the bench on the courthouse square, affectionately know as "The spitten and widlen Club".
You see, for some of us who grew up in plain ol' America, we look to NPR to help us know how to feel about ethnicity and how to feel about race, and how to feel about the various religions of the world. You see I grew up in a poor little town where we couldn't afford to buy our own Episcopal or Presbyterian Church. We thought ALL Germans were Catholic... and all Catholics were German. (My father in law never did figure me out: "How can someone claim to be German.... but he isn't Catholic!"
I'm sorry you find NPR to be depressing. I have found it to be my 'Window into the World'.... It's like a daily visit to see the wise-man who sits on a ledge to greet visitors way up on a mountain in Tibet. Now all of that works for me because I am brash enough to tell the old wiseman up on the mountain "to go get xxxxxxx" when it seem appropriate.
Which, in a sense, I guess is what you are doing with this post.