My Rosy Outlook is being disrupted by the 2016 Election.
Breathe, Peggy, just breathe…
I’m having a grouchy day today. To be more accurate, I should add that I’ve also had a grouchy week. And probably 15 months of grouchiness. How long can this damn 2016 Election last?
I have no personal reason to be grouchy. My life right now (and I emphasize right now because experience tells me that it could change tomorrow) is pretty great.
I live in a nice-enough apartment with a comfortable bed, food, water, and heat & cooling. I am well-clothed. I have good health; my cholesterol and glucose are well within the normal limits. My grandchildren live within easy visiting distance.
I am pursuing one of my life’s idealistic dreams of serving in Americorps/VISTA. I work with people I like and respect and I am proud to be a part of that enterprise that serves my country.
I exercise daily and take my anti-depressants and vitamins religiously. I meditate and pray and count my blessings. I laugh and smile A LOT. I tell jokes. I hug people…even the 20 second hug that is supposed to be life-changing and affirming.
And yet…I can’t shake this underlying vague anger and anxiety that’s bothered me now for a week or longer.
The only thing I can blame this grouchy demeanor on is this: election fatigue.
The 2016 Election has gone on way too long.
I know we’re all tired of hearing about this election and all the ugliness that is hurled outwardly through the media by sparring campaigners.
- The accusing rhetoric
- The threats
- The Rebel flags
- The white hoods
- The racism
- The out and out lies
- FBI, Russia, email hacks
I am having trouble breathing with all this BS floating around in the air.
All of it is toxic air pollution, as deadly as any smog, smoke, exhaust fumes, or burning coal could ever be. It makes it hard for me to breathe and I seriously need to breathe…in with the good…out with the bad. In with the happy…out with the grouchy.
It feels too late to ask people to talk about the issues. I’m pretty sure that all the real issues of this campaign have been forsaken to make the point that America is not great, that America is in the shitter, that America…Land That I Love…is doomed. Doomed, I say.
I am disappointed that all these ugly accusations have clouded the real issues of this campaign. I am incredibly disappointed that we have sunk so low that we resort to fear-mongering and name-calling. And I am immeasurably disappointed that so many people seem to have such little grasp of history.
I am so tired. I can’t wait until November 9…I plan to sleep late and I pray the pollution will have cleared when I awake.
I need to breathe again. And I’d really like to lose the grouchy attitude and anger and anxiety.