I wish I could say “I rocked” the vote but sadly, that’s not how I feel.
I’m not telling you who I voted for or whom I voted against, that doesn’t matter. I’m not even telling my husband who I voted for. As far as anyone knows, I didn’t vote for a President.
What matters is, I exercised my American right and voted.
Some would agree with my choice, others wouldn’t. But that would happen no matter which side I voted for, eh?
This is the first year, since the first election I was able to vote in…happily, Bill Clinton, that I didn’t have peace of mind as I blackened in the oval for who I wanted in the Oval Office.
This election makes me nervous, so much is riding on it. Our fate, the fate of our country. And I don’t think I’m being dramatic.
I might joke around a lot on Twitter and Facebook about the candidates but today, in the booth, it was all business.
I just wish I felt like wool wasn’t constantly being pulled over our eyes, by either side.
I wish I felt like the presidential candidates weren’t puppets on a string.
I wish, for once, we’d get the truth about what they REALLY were going to do if they go into office. I mean, I’d be OK if SOMEONE admitted that yes, they will spend 2 hours a day on Angry Birds, 1 hour a day playing video poker, a couple hours Skyping with friends or other heads of country. Because, at least they’d be honest.
I’m sick of those Conspiracy Theories tied to both sides.
I’m sick of the mudslinging, the likes of which would get the regular citizen thrown into jail or suspended from school.
I’m SO sick of friends turning against friends due to political beliefs.
I voted because it’s my right.
I voted because I hope that it counts.
I voted because women FOUGHT for me and my daughters to be allowed this inalienable right. This birthright.
I voted because now I have a right to complain about the outcome.
I voted because I owe it to my children. They need to see their parents vote so they know how important it is, when their time comes. And, because I need to have a say in who is driving the car with my children as passengers.
I don’t care who you vote for, that’s none of my business.
Don’t ask me who I did because it’s really none of yours.
Besides, we’ll end up fighting over why we think the other is wrong, assuming we voted opposite ends of the spectrum.
Because, if you don’t vote, you aren’t allowed to bitch all over the Internet about the outcome. And G-D knows, that’s in the Facebook Forecast.
It’s your right.