The Paranoia is Real

Do you feel it? It's beginning to sink in slowly, deliberately.
There was a time in my life when the count-down to election day was characterized by a mix of simple curiosity and the jumpy anxiety of pleasant anticipation...like before a first date or that first turn of the new ski season. The outcome of the election would be cause for celebration if my guy pulled it out. Or, if it went the other way, it would set off a chain of reasoning mostly focused on how well Saturday Night Live would riteously lambast the victor.
That time in my life is so far gone that the tailights are a distant echo in the retina. You look into the blackness and think there's something there. No mas.
Well that's happy isn't it? Holy shit, I need to elevate the mood or else the first poor bastard who reads this musing, you know, fifteen years from now or something, is going to just lose hope and jump off the nearest precipice. Or roof. We all can't be in the Swiss Alps when the desire to check out comes.
OK, Forget mood enhancement. This is seratonin re-uptake-inhibitor-free time. All I want here is the unvarnished truth. Or at least some kind of outlet for the fears that are collecting in me and making me nervous.
There is a general desire amongst the people close to me for November the Third to be the here and the now. Election Day over. The New Boss installed. Same as the Old...well you get the picture.
The upshot of all these bad vibes creeping around the Republican as well As Democratic enclaves in this fractionated country is that everyone is just waiting for the next really bad thing to happen. From various flavors of election fraud to unspoken as well as overt fears of terrorist disruption of the voting process, the feeling is that no matter who wins in a couple weeks things are still going to be wrong and unsettled. There is no joy in the run-up to this one. Just foreboding.