The Obamover

The Obamover is that feeling of embarrassment that arises from realizing that one has gotten caught up in the collective excitement of the election of a reasonably good candidate after nearly a decade of horribly inept government.

The feeling arises after a couple of days have passed and, while still understanding the historical significance of the event, the critical mind begins to function again and to realize that its hopes and emotions have probably exceeded an appropriate level given the facts of the situation.

It is similar to the sensation felt as the drug ecstasy wears off and you begin to contemplate all of the people for whom you may have expressed your new understanding of your love for them as human beings on this planet.  Gradually, you are forced to admit that the person in question really isn’t that great and, in fact, is a pain in the ass or was, prior to the ingestion of the chemical, a complete stranger.

It is the projection of one’s own abstract, idealistic hopes and wishes onto a sufficiently ambiguous reality– enabled by either chemical influence or the sweeping effect of a mob euphoria– that subsequently leads to an inevitable re-examination of one’s excessive emotions and a general feeling of embarrassment at one’s own temporary insanity and irrevocable expression thereof.

Example usage:

“Not only did I blog that America was reborn on Tuesday… I was crying at the time. I’ve got such an Obamover. I gotta take a shower.”