I’ve been sitting around a lot when I haven’t been sleeping. I don’t really want to do much.
The palpable negativity in the country takes its toll. For example, I know the U.S. Women’s Soccer Team won the World Cup. I also know 1) they have a complaint about money (this is America, after all), 2) they don’t like Donald Trump (again, no surprise), and 3) those who are lesbian on the team don’t hide their sexual orientation (least surprising of all, given it’s 2019).
Think about this. To the casual observer, the U.S. Women’s Soccer Team is as famous for its complaints as it is its triumph.
So there is all this excitement. I feel no excitement. I have felt no excitement about a sports championship since 1996, when the Yankees won the World Series after a long dry spell. The Cricket World Cup is somewhat exciting, given I am a new fan. But I will be impressed with whomever wins.
So sports frenzy is met with lethargic indifference on my part. My level of excitement needs to escalate.
As George Costanza once (many times, actually) famously said, “It’s not you, it’s me.”