It’s Tuesday night and I’m currently owning some Democratic Socialists at trivia.
I, a Democratic Socialist myself, am halfway through Round 2 when I speak aloud into the silence of
“I really want to win!”
This is what I say (aloud) and my cat startles and wakes up from a nap.
I feel a flash of adrenaline-anticipation-thrill
and a flood of fear-tremor-shame.
Perhaps, after all, I am not cut out for socialism
When my inner beast still howls and rejoices over the spoils.