I have a bad feeling about what’s going to happen tomorrow.
Part of this is heavy recent Twitter usage triggering my “research” OCD, making me look for re-assurance from each pundit in my feed who’s giving their opinion about how the election is going to go, hoping they’re stating with confidence that they know it’s going to go the way I want it to go. This search for certainty keeps the anxiety snowballing and picking up size and speed, to the point where it had basically knocked me over and demoralized me yesterday.
I need to keep in mind the fact is there’s no certainty in anything, and whatever information I can gather before the voting actually happens is incomplete and unreliable, and I shouldn’t make any plans based on it. The truth is I don’t know anything about what’s going to happen tomorrow, and I have to live with the uncertainty, the way I do with every other aspect of existence.
That said, I remember what I felt the day after the 2016 election, and just the sheer visceral disgust, rage, and horror are still fresh in my mind. I feel like there’s a decent chance I, and everyone else I know, will be feeling that again tomorrow, and it’ll chip away a little bit more of our faith that America can get better.
National elections are a collective action problem. At the end of the day, whatever we’re doing to help change the country, we’re still at the mercy of millions of other people in other states and their choices. There’s a feeling of powerlessness built into this process that just sucks. I just hope I get to have faith in a majority of those people after tomorrow.
Anyway, I’ve been drinking and I don’t have any other pithy thoughts.
Please go out and vote for Democrats, everybody!