Maybe by the time you’re reading this, the first 2016 Presidential debate will be over and we’ll be breathing a collective sigh of relief. Our country has been brought back from the brink. But right now, with less than 2 hours away, my heart is racing, my stomach churning. A group of friends are gathering together for a debate “party” to eat comfort food, drink alcohol and lend each other support. I wish us all (and the nation) well.
Life Preserver by Jon Krause
I’m staying away from it. It won’t influence my vote and it might make me angry. I don’t drink on a school night, so I won’t have that to calm me!
Good strategy, Petra.
I’m not sure I could’ve handled watching the debate as well if I was by myself.
We had a huge gathering of people last night, all like-minded folks. I find the group watch comforting.
I couldn’t sleep after the debate. I think it exacerbated my anxiety.
I took the dog for a long walk afterwards. It helped calm my nerves.
The debate had to have been the one thing more repulsive than Monday Night Football! I watched neither.
I missed most of the primary debates (following them on Twitter instead). But I felt the need to see this one.