I’m not happy about winning yesterday.
We Democrats have had so many false peaks in the past half decade, so many times when it looked like we were going to win. And then we lose. It’s been so long since we were in power that I think I just can’t fathom it. Perhaps it’s an emotional form of learned helplessness: don’t get happy, because it’ll turn out to be a mirage. I think I’ve curled up into a defensive little ball over the years, every political muscle in my body tensed up. I’m used to getting charged up by losing, greeting each new ass-kicking with new enthusiasm and a renewed desire to improve things. I just don’t know what to do with winning. I don’t know how to relax.
I don’t think I’ve once smiled at any election news. I’ve greeted it like news of cricket scores on the BBC World Service — I process the numbers, acknowledge them, and wonder if perhaps something more interesting is on another station.
It will be interesting to see when it sinks in. Maybe it’ll be when the 110th Congress is sworn in and Speaker Pelosi’s 100 Hours plan is put into effect. Maybe sooner, like when I talk to my friends at the Webb campaign and hear how excited that they are, about their new jobs in Washington, etc.
Is anybody else feeling the same way?