First I'll swim toward Mexico. I'll swim past sea turtles and fish, hopefully have the chance to punch a shark on his nose.
I'll swim until my legs and arms feel like rubber. I'll think about ending it, right there, right then, but since I float too well to drown, eventually anger will replace despair again, and I will kick and splash my way back to shore where I will collapse in a heap. Hopefully it'll be a sunny day. I will lie on the beach sad and despondent until I begin thinking, "But hey, I live in paradise...
life isn't really all bad..." Then I will get up and go back to my daily activities. I'll be in a crappy mood, however (so don't schedule any massages with me for that day, people!
) and probably growl a lot. I'll try to convince my boyfriend to move us all to Germany. Again. But he won't want to move. Again. I'll sigh and resign myself to
not becoming an expatriot for
four more years. I'll go to my accounting classes, do my work, try not to let it get to me after the initial shock and disappointment... I might just go buy us a flag to hang upside down, though... Let's hope we have a happy outcome to the election, though, for our country's sake...