Still tired? Yep, still tired.

I must admit that I am still massively tired and growing more depressed by the day about the possible outcomes of this election. The more I read and the more I listen, the worse it gets. At the same time, there is a part of me that has this feeling that there is a lot of grandstanding going on and just like every other instance that I have been alive to experience in American history, nothing extraordinary ever really happens. If you were ok before the election you will be ok after the election. If you were badly off before the election, you will be badly off after the election. Well, at least until you find a way to help yourself, that is. Anyway, this is all just a lot of hype. Mountains from molehills. Nothing changes. Everything stays the same with the exception of a couple of tax dollars.

So, what is it about this country? Do we have a complex of some sort? Are we incredibly self-important? Do we not see that none of it really matters all that much? We aren’t choosing between Mother Theresa and Hitler. We are choosing between scoring -5 points on a test and scoring -4.5 on another, yet we continue to consume our lives reading Andrew Sullivan, The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, Slate, and watching crappy cable news shows that Jon Stewart rightly skewers. All of these people we listen to, think they know what is best and we seem to value their opinions, but why?

What does the New York Times know about me or living in Lyndhurst Ohio? What does Andrew Sullivan know about being a slightly overweight straight man who lives within 20 minutes of where he was born? What do the pretentious folks at Slate know about anything other than their own hatred? And what does the Wall Street Journal know about me, seeing as I collect about .00000005% of my annual income from “corporate dividends?”

They all know nothing, but they think they know everything.

In terms of affecting me in the future, none of it really matters and the only way I could be better off on election day is one of two things. Either sell my vote (illegal as it may be) for $1,000,000 or if I were to just not wake up that day and sleep through the whole damn thing. Catch some zzzzzz’s while the world is creating hanging chads and other objectionable voting materials. The point is that the net benefit of one of the two of those events occurring ($1 mil or sleeping) will probably make more of a difference in my life (maybe just on predictability alone) than any one of the candidates will, in terms of doing what I think they will do and what they will actually be able to do.

So, I am done. I am still tired. I am going to do my best (probably unsuccessfully) to not let any of this stuff bother me or bog me down. I am tired of thinking about it. I am tired of people engaging me and even though I have argued with a great many of you, I am tired of everyone thinking they know everything.

I know that I don’t know shit.

Do you?

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