July 27, 2004

DNC Nihilism

I feel nothing. Not interest. Not boredom. Not even contempt. Nothing.

I want to feel something. I want to get pissed off. I want to care what Jimmy Carter looks like up close and personal.

Is irony an emotion? I want to feel that, but I don't.

I wish I could find some perverse hillarity in it all. Nothing about this is funny. At the same time, it's not un-funny either.

Forget doing parodies. There is nothing to make fun of. Nothing worthwhile is being said. It's worse than that, there is nothing un-worthwhile being said either. The convention is not happening to me. It is not there and no one is writing about it.

I feel nothing.

I don't even care who's blogging whom at the convention.

I thought I felt something for a second when I read this from N.Z. Bear, but I can't be sure. I should be interested in bloggers who blog from the DNC, but I'm not. Is 'yeah, what he said' a valid emotion?

I definitely felt something when I read Simon's post on the DNC blogging thing. But that was more like solidarity, which I guess counts for something. Maybe.

But on the whole, I feel nothing.

Intellectually, this disturbs me and I know I ought to feel guilty for not giving a rat's ass because one ought to care about such lofty things as democracy and all that jazz. But I don't even feel guilty for that.

I feel nothing. I am an emotional nihilist when it comes to the DNC.

UPDATE: Vindication! Now that is an emotion I am feeling. I knew I wasn't the outlier here. So how come everyone in the blogosphere continues to act as if this is an interesting story or that people actually care?


By Rusty Shackleford, Ph.D. at 03:22 PM | Comments |