I Can’t Be the Only One With a Pit in My Stomach
There's something called 'election stress disorder'...I think I've got that.
NBC News reported that the country is super stressed out. Google searches for 'cities boarding up for election' were on the rise. Washington, D.C. is a ghost town with businesses actually boarded up. Thick in a pandemic and unemployment - nerves are frayed. Add THIS election and well...I feel like it's a super tipping point...and it's super stressing me out.
I have this feeling of doom mixed with paralysis. Like I'm driving and the car is going to crash and I can't do much about it. I've done my duty and voted. I do my duty and wear a mask. But I fight the feeling that it just doesn't matter.
I feel sometimes, like I'm crazy living in a surreal world. Have you ever seen 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers'? The one from the 70's. It was all about humans being replaced by these aliens who are an exact replicas - except the alien bodies are void of human emotion. It makes you fear who to trust. Who is a human and who is an alien? Then at the end of the movie the one guy you've trusted the whole damn time turns out to be an alien.
That's how I feel.
I'm sure that there are some people who will say the typical responses:
How is this news? Suck it up buttercup. Why should we care? Poor fake news radio girl.
But I bet there are a few of you who may just feel the same way. We are all putting a lot of faith that 2021 will be the cure all. There has got to be a relief....