I have this post-partum thing going on. I was so ready for cathartic joy on Election Night. Instead I was too physically exhausted to even cry, much less celebrate. I really wanted to cry. And celebrate the whole victory of hope and the future and history. It's great we won and all, and I suppose in the future I will feel pride for having spent four days in Philly getting out the vote, doing my part for a renewed America, but the overall experience was a little underwhelming.
All of it is underwhelming somehow. You'd think I was a McCain supporter with the ennui I'm working right now. Part of it is the continued joblessness, mild loneliness, boredom, therapy-withdrawal, but there is a greater disconnect. Like the instant we won my blind optimism was replaced with circa 2007 baseline cynicism. What to do with that? What about Hope?
Feh, it's there. No worries.
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