I just read online that my preferred candidate for the presidential election has decided to concede his race despite the provisional and absentee ballots in Ohio not having been counted yet. That's his choice, I suppose. But it makes for a sad day here.
I realize everybody and their cat will be posting today about this. I don't have much to say that hasn't already been said, I'm sure. Samantha and I had a pretty extended discussion over lunch about this (referencing, among other things, Atlas Shrugged -- my goodness, this woman is smart). Maybe I'm just too tired to be angry right now.
I said something in jest to her ("For the next four years, I'm just going to ignore the fact that we have a president, and attribute everything bad that happens to extremely bad luck"), but thinking about it now, maybe it's a good idea. I know nothing about politics -- I honestly don't know if anything the president, as a single entity, does has a direct effect on me. I don't know if anything I do, as a single entity, can effect the course this country as a whole takes.
This dovetails nicely into another conversation I had with Sam today, about grades and how much one should be concerned with it. How much worrying about grades or national politics is really necessary? Wouldn't my time and energy be better spent on things that I enjoy and feel to be important, like my family, my girlfriend, my friends, my music, my interests and passions?
I'm not pleased about the results of this election. But I think I have more important things to worry about.
So why do I still have this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach? Hmm...