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When the Magic Fades
By DAVID BROOKS
Published: February 19, 2008
At first it seemed like a few random cases of lassitude among Mary Chapin Carpenter devotees in Berkeley, Cambridge and Chapel Hill. But then psychotherapists began to realize patients across the country were complaining of the same distress. They were experiencing the first hints of what’s bound to be a national phenomenon: Obama Comedown Syndrome.
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The afflicted had already been through the phases of Obama-mania - fainting at rallies, weeping over their touch screens while watching Obama videos, spending hours making folk crafts featuring Michelle Obama’s face. These patients had experienced intense surges of hope-amine, the brain chemical that fuels euphoric sensations of historic change and personal salvation.
But they found that as the weeks went on, they needed more and purer hope-injections just to preserve the rush. They wound up craving more hope than even the Hope Pope could provide, and they began experiencing brooding moments of suboptimal hopefulness. Anxious posts began to appear on the Yes We Can! Facebook pages. A sense of ennui began to creep through the nation’s Ian McEwan-centered book clubs.
Up until now The Chosen One’s speeches had seemed to them less like stretches of words and more like soul sensations that transcended time and space. But those in the grips of Obama Comedown Syndrome began to wonder if His stuff actually made sense. For example, His Hopeness tells rallies that we are the change we have been waiting for, but if we are the change we have been waiting for then why have we been waiting since we’ve been here all along?
It goes on but that's the best part
In other news...
1. Rachael came and visited last weekend, which was awesome and we managed to not get to sleep before 5 am on both friday and saturday. Body is punishing self still with general lethargy and soar throat/cold....
2. I'm hearing back from Grad schools and have gotten in to Ohio State and Stanford!!!!!! So I very well may be in California next year!!!!!!!
3. Jon and I are.... doing shitty, then broken up, then... back together maybe? That's a whole other entry in itself, but sufficed it to say that if I were to rate Jon as a boyfriend right now on a scale from 1-10, he would get a 0.5 (I didn't give him a zero, so I'm being nice.)
4. I have to memorize 70 russian verbs by tomorrow, including useful ones such as: "to hit your hear on a roasting pan" and "to fall into a well" and "to load rocks onto a cart". Yay. The only other girl in the class is Bulgarian and has been speaking fluent Russian since she was about 2, so make a wild guess on who the Dummb American is in that class. It is also taught by a Russian, and anyone who has taken courses in Russia, or even from a Russian in the US knows that Russian teachers specialize in outting you down and making you feel dumb, along with general discuraging remarks throughout the lesson.
5. yeah that is my life in a nutshell. Oh, also I am like 2.5 weeks behind in all my readings and am starting to have bad dreams about how little I have yet to accomplish with regards to my thesis... so yay!
When the Magic Fades
By DAVID BROOKS
Published: February 19, 2008
At first it seemed like a few random cases of lassitude among Mary Chapin Carpenter devotees in Berkeley, Cambridge and Chapel Hill. But then psychotherapists began to realize patients across the country were complaining of the same distress. They were experiencing the first hints of what’s bound to be a national phenomenon: Obama Comedown Syndrome.
Skip to next paragraph
David Brooks
Go to Columnist Page »
The afflicted had already been through the phases of Obama-mania - fainting at rallies, weeping over their touch screens while watching Obama videos, spending hours making folk crafts featuring Michelle Obama’s face. These patients had experienced intense surges of hope-amine, the brain chemical that fuels euphoric sensations of historic change and personal salvation.
But they found that as the weeks went on, they needed more and purer hope-injections just to preserve the rush. They wound up craving more hope than even the Hope Pope could provide, and they began experiencing brooding moments of suboptimal hopefulness. Anxious posts began to appear on the Yes We Can! Facebook pages. A sense of ennui began to creep through the nation’s Ian McEwan-centered book clubs.
Up until now The Chosen One’s speeches had seemed to them less like stretches of words and more like soul sensations that transcended time and space. But those in the grips of Obama Comedown Syndrome began to wonder if His stuff actually made sense. For example, His Hopeness tells rallies that we are the change we have been waiting for, but if we are the change we have been waiting for then why have we been waiting since we’ve been here all along?
It goes on but that's the best part
In other news...
1. Rachael came and visited last weekend, which was awesome and we managed to not get to sleep before 5 am on both friday and saturday. Body is punishing self still with general lethargy and soar throat/cold....
2. I'm hearing back from Grad schools and have gotten in to Ohio State and Stanford!!!!!! So I very well may be in California next year!!!!!!!
3. Jon and I are.... doing shitty, then broken up, then... back together maybe? That's a whole other entry in itself, but sufficed it to say that if I were to rate Jon as a boyfriend right now on a scale from 1-10, he would get a 0.5 (I didn't give him a zero, so I'm being nice.)
4. I have to memorize 70 russian verbs by tomorrow, including useful ones such as: "to hit your hear on a roasting pan" and "to fall into a well" and "to load rocks onto a cart". Yay. The only other girl in the class is Bulgarian and has been speaking fluent Russian since she was about 2, so make a wild guess on who the Dummb American is in that class. It is also taught by a Russian, and anyone who has taken courses in Russia, or even from a Russian in the US knows that Russian teachers specialize in outting you down and making you feel dumb, along with general discuraging remarks throughout the lesson.
5. yeah that is my life in a nutshell. Oh, also I am like 2.5 weeks behind in all my readings and am starting to have bad dreams about how little I have yet to accomplish with regards to my thesis... so yay!