No, I’m not incredulous. That may be because I’ve lived long enough to have seen a lot of bad human behavior. Or maybe it’s because I have read too much history beyond the sanitized flag waving versions they fed me at school. Certainly there’s also evidence of that in my own thoughts now and then and especially now.
So no, I’m not incredulous. I’m sad. I’m disappointed that what used to mostly simmer is now boiling over too frequently. I’m despondent for our future. I’m a bit more depressed than usual and find it harder to snap myself out of that. I’m not suicidal, but I can understand the thought.
More than anything else, I just want it over with. If we are going to be a fascist state or have to live in some religion dominated hell, or erupt into civil war, or live in whatever fresh dystopian vision you want to conjure, let’s get it over with.
It’s the waiting that causes the most angst.