I am a coward and an addict

I am a coward and an addict

The political junkie

Hello, my name is Todd and I am a political junkie. I’ve been hopped up on politics for my whole adult life. Within the last several years my addiction has spiraled out of control. I eat politics for breakfast, lunch and dinner and my sleep is fitful and filled with political dreams or nightmares, as the case may be.

Now suddenly, it’s Election Day. I wake up feeling energized and optimistic. I immediately turn on the television and try to follow the “experts” as they explain why their candidate will win. 

It’s now 3 p.m., and I am glued to the network election coverage. My wife shakes her head and leaves the house to do some “shopping.”

I’m still feeling energized and optimistic when she returns and starts talking about her day while I am trying to follow the exit polls and early projections.  She picks up on the vibe, prepares a cold dinner and announces that she is going to retire for the night. She’s still shaking her head.

I watch the election coverage throughout the evening and try to calculate the electoral votes each candidate will end up with. The early results seesaw back and forth between my candidate and the other party.

It’s now 10 p.m. and I discover something else. In addition to being an addict, I am also a coward. I simply cannot deal with the crushing disappointment should my man lose. I am all alone with no one to vent to since my wife wisely chose to go to bed. Although I will be jubilant if my man wins, it’s still a chancy thing and my sleep will be fitful at the very best if he loses.

I am a coward and now that the candidates are in a dead heat I make the decision to turn off the television and go to bed. My wife tells me I am taking these things way too seriously. I don’t think so. I am deeply concerned about the future for my grandkids.

I will be crushed when I wake up in the morning and find that my candidate has lost. It’s now 11:30 p.m. and I am still awake. The addict in me wants get out of bed, return to the television and wait for the results. The coward in me wins out and I try to sleep.