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[sigerson]

Clarifying...

I don't think it's the end of the world. I'm not moving to Canada. I'm not convinced that we're doooooooomed. And I'm extremely happy for the gains that did happen, and that things could have been far worse.

I'm not any less angry or upset, either. I've been doing the hoping-for-the-best thing for so long that I want a day of depression and gloom to break down in; then I can go back to putting one stone atop another, one good deed, one person helped, one victory won. But today feels pretty damned bad, regardless of the limitless potential we still have, the power in change and anger, the things we've accomplished and the things we can accomplish.

In spite of all that, today still feels damned bad. And I do the (comparatively) Happy Shiny Optimist thing a lot, so I don't think I'm being irrational by taking a day to bellow.

This anger is real. This sorrow is real--even if Kerry ultimately wins. Today, they're what I can feel.

Tomorrow I will put them aside, shrink them down, and use them to make things different.

Comments

[ltlbird.livejournal.com]

I hope you didn't feel my post was directed at you, personally. It wasn't.

Of COURSE take a day or a week to be depressed and angry. Your feelings, and everyone else's who desperately wanted Kerry to win, or at least Bush to lose, are totally real. I apologize if it wasn't clear that I know that.

I just worried, with all the negativity, that people were falling into despair. Unlike kassrachel I don't think the situation warrants despair... yet. Then again, I could just be falling into relative optimism as a coping mechanism. It's been known to happen... I am a Red Sox fan, after all. I've proven that I can hold onto hope in dark times. Sadly, unlike in baseball, dashed hopes in the case, have a huge impact on people's lives.

[sigerson.livejournal.com]

No, but your post echoed some of my own inner voices, and I wanted to say it aloud. I know you weren't pressuring me or upset at me. My love to you in this time, and to others. Today I--and others--despair. Tomorrow we see if we can climb out of it--with you holding a hand out to us.