I voted today. I can’t say that I’m exactly thrilled with any of the choices I was offered, but I feel that you can’t complain if you don’t participate. Every election I still find myself eagerly optimistic that the winning candidates will benefit the world in a positive manner. And I’m sure they all think that they’re going to, regardless of their personal ideology. Somewhere along the intervening months things just don’t seem to get done in government, at least not the way I always hope they will or even the way the candidates promised.
I’ve decided I’m a Romantic Realist, can that be a party? Maybe we could start using that instead of Independent. That’s what I’m registered as; I find it difficult to admit that I’m married to a Republican, though. Steve claims he randomly chose a party years ago without knowing what they stood for, just so he could vote in a primary. I’ve been with him for longer than I care to admit, and I’ve yet to hear him say he’s ever voted in a primary! I’ve always been an independent sort, and I find many times I’m a “middle of the road” kind of person. It’s not that I don’t have an opinion, most times I do – I just prefer to think that I keep an open mind, can see two (or more) sides to an issue and nothing’s clear cut left or right. So I vote, eyes wide shut like my cute dog Finn and keep hopeful thoughts.
I remember my mom used to say that she would vote for whomever my dad didn’t, and Dad would reply with, “She only votes to cancel me out!” After the election Mom’s station wagon would sport a bumper sticker that said, “Don’t blame me I voted for the other guy” or some such.
This year they’re both going to vote for the same candidate – imagine that. Things DO change.