My neighbors put out a McCain/Palin election sign on their lawn last night. I didn't notice it until this morning and when I did, well, I felt, sort of, angry.
Not just angry really. It was more of a deep seated unbridled rage that had me plotting the entire ride to work. Could I make the sign disappear? Could I steal it under the cover of darkness? Should I report them to the local authorities? ( Yes, believe it or not, in our sweet ol' town of whoville we aren't allowed no political signs to mussy up our front yards, no siree. ) Or should I go and find the biggest, fattest, brightest OBAMA/BIDEN sign I can get my hands on and stick it front and center of my lawn?
It finally dawned on me that my husband is right. I may be just a bit over-emotionally involved in this election. I care too much. I fear too much. It has come to Chris begging me to please NOT watch the debate just so he won't have to hear all the yelling and screaming. (I can't even sit still when I watch. I pace back and forth like some sort of lunatic while I intermittently yell or mutter at the television. It's not pretty.)
I used to believe in intellectual discussion of ideas and issues. I always found the best way to understand my own views is to listen and consider those views counter to your own. But now? I don't want to hear it. Don't speak of it to me. I am too emotional. I am too attached. I can't rationally discuss a thing.
Election day seems a lifetime away. I may die of an ulcer by then. But until then, does anyone know where I can get a Obama sign? I am ready to incite a little neighborhood political angst.
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