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The Scourge of PESTS
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This morning at the farmer's market, I spoke with a woman selling handmade cedar soaps. We were having a perfectly casual conversation until she complimented me on my earrings. "Last night I had a dream about earrings just like that," she exclaimed. "Oh," I said, "that's funny. Last night I dreamed I was forced into being a suicide bomber." She gave me a frightened smile and moved on quickly to the next customer.
I chalk up the awkward conversation, and the dream, to PESTS – Post Election Stress and Trauma Syndrome. This new disease, with which I am severely afflicted, seems to be sweeping whole areas of the country, with doctors and concerned friends and family reporting new cases each day. The symptoms vary region to region and person to person, but the general diagnosis is the same: severe disorientation, melancholy, a need to be around like-minded others and a lingering fear that the country is going to hell in a handbasket.
Howard Menger, a film technician in New York, woke up with PESTS on the Wednesday after the election. He called his old friend Jerry in Ohio, who'd been the best man at his wedding, and left this message:
"Just calling to make sure, for the sake of me and my family and people around the world, that you didn't vote for Bush yesterday. Give me a call and reassure me."
By Sunday, he hadn't heard back. "I have a gut feeling," he says, "that it might be the end of a 10-year friendship."
Elena Cafferty is a waitress in New Mexico. She lives just a few blocks away from her mother. However she and her mother voted for different presidential candidates and they haven't spoken to each other since Tuesday evening, after Elena caught a bad case of PESTS.
For some, the symptoms are private, but no less intense. My neighbor woke herself up in the middle of the night and realized she had been braying like a wounded donkey. It wasn't until she talked to her husband in the morning that she realized it was probably a symptom of PESTS.
The disease seems to hitting those in progressively-isolated areas particularly hard. Laura Young lives in Virginia and recently celebrated the one-year anniversary of her marriage to her girlfriend of three years. However, since she's contracted PESTS, she's had a hard time going to work. "I found myself throwing paperclips and kicking the copier," she said. She's called in sick for the last two days.
Some have compared the feeling of communal sadness after the election to the feeling after Sept. 11, when friends called each other across the country to make sure they were all right. Yet one of the many key differences, of course, is that the results of this election were self-inflicted. According to psychoanalysts, it is this disconnect between the sadness and trauma for half the country and the sense of moral victory for the other half that triggers PESTS.
Rachel Neumann is Rights & Liberties Editor at AlterNet.
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