Voting Isn’t As Exciting As People Claim
On Election Day, I read post after post after post about these…feelings people were experiencing upon voting in the 2008 presidential election. Elation, excitement, the I-just-cured-cancer jitters! They must’ve voted at Heaven’s gates or within Lothlorien. I dunno, I got nothing. Here’s how the voting went down for me: I drove to the middle school down the road, showed the old man my registration card, signed the sign-in book (was the first name, of course), voted, thanked the fellow guarding the booth, and left. Total time…roughly under five minutes. No bells, no whistles, not even a “I Voted!” sticker was obtained. It might have been the tamest five minutes of my life if it wasn’t for all the old man calling me Pauly and telling me that the girl that had just voted before me…well, he coached her father in Little League back in the day. Thanks, old guy. I wish I could’ve taken you home with me. You were oh so the c-word.
How could it be
I’m the only one who sees
Your rehearsed insanity
– “I’ll Stick Around” by Foo Fighters