My election night.

So I watched Obama win amongst a few friends. It was a great experience, as you all already know. It however was subdued with the presence of one friend named Mark.

Mark and I have good discussions, but never about politics. Simple reason for that, he is very right wing to the point that he says things that I would never agree with and we simply cannot see eye to eye.

He sat in a room with liberals extremely happy to have rid of a failed brand of policies. A group wanting to jump up and down and scream in joy with hard liquor in his hands, hate in his heart, and a posture not uncommon to myself over the last eight years. He tried to keep the reigns on his views but did it poorly, more so with the booze filling him up. As we began to drink Champaign, he spoke out of ignorance, and partly out of jest, of building a fallout shelter.

We spoke of hope, excitement, of the first time we ever felt as if things went the way we wanted it to on such a scale. He would look sheepish and make comments about doom. He knows his stuff, he is very smart and correct about much of the opinon-less aspects of the system. I respect him, but cannot see how he can spin the failures of Bush and his party into positives for the conservative platforms. We all know the type so I will not go any further. The point of it was that it made me feel uncomfortable to fully express my emotions at this nexus point.

I teared up and wanted to scream a celebratory "fuck yeah," instead I spent time trying to interact with him in a tasteful matter. We sat in silence as a powerful speech flowed over us, each of his sentences like a wave of warm pleasant water over us. I was adrift in pride, so much so I could not make heads or tails of what was actually happening.

There was just too much going on as my entire world is actually flipping over. I will cover this later on but I just wish I were in a place to more fully enjoy this.
I could have easily made it to Chicago if I planed on it. Or even more likely would have been to go to Detroit and see how much things have changed. The symbolism will be talked about for generations.

These things I will write about when I organize it more, but let it be known that my book that I was writing had a seriously negative and pessimistic undertone and political messages involved. I think this event is going to radically change my entire book.


Anyways, I never fully cried in joy that night in front of anyone. I did when I got home. I have periodically since then when I think about it or see something that evokes those thoughts.

There are just so many thoughts here to expand on, I will have fun doing so when I have time. I will expand it here and eventually roll it into my book.
I guess someone might read it.