It’s the day after the election, and as much as I feel I should avoid the subject of politics altogether, there’s a part of me that thinks if I have a blog that strives to be even remotely “with it”, a few thoughts on the matter wouldn’t hurt. So here goes. (And if you’re expecting me to rant and rave about this and that all Donald Trump style, you’ve come to the wrong place. Perhaps check out your Facebook news feed. There’s bound to be someone willing to step up and offend you.)
As I look back on these painful months of presidential campaigning, then the flurry of excitement (mostly for this sh*t to be over) on election day, followed by a lot of nasty comments and verbal lashings on Facebook today — I’m feeling what I can only describe as a head-splitting hangover from this entire road to Decision 2012. But I have to admit that as much crap as this election has brought us, there have been a few historic firsts for me in my 10 years of being eligible to vote.
For the first time in the 10 years that I’ve known Mikey, we voted differently. I don’t think this is that big of a deal to Mikey, but it is to me. The two of us come from similar backgrounds, share the same religion, side with each other when it comes to moral issues and overall, agree on almost everything. So the fact that we chose different paths was surprising — in a good way. It made me realize that even though he and I are “one”, I am still very much my own person. And so is he. I like it that way, and I hope it never changes.
For the first time, I voted based on the candidate I hated less. Okay, “hate” is too strong of a word. But you know, exaggeration is the key to any great story. So go with it. I won’t go too deep on this one for fear of sounding like another overly outspoken schmuck, but our choice of candidates this year left much to be desired. (That’s putting it lightly.) I wish I had more confidence going to the polls yesterday. And although the act of voting felt empowering, my choice for president didn’t feel that way. Sadly, I know this feeling is bound to come up again in election years to come. I just hope that at least once in my lifetime I can side with a candidate who I honestly, fervently and wholeheartedly support — and supports me in the same way.
For the first time, I was so confused as to who to vote for that I actually consulted The Bear. This is how he responded.
For the first time, I actually felt more disappointment in the people I call friends (on Facebook) than the outcome of the election. You know that sickening feeling you have when you’re hungover? That’s what it felt like to scroll through Facebook today and see how much bashing, name-calling and pure lunacy covered every inch of my news feed. As much as we’ve all been looking forward to the end of this election season, I thought today would be the day where we could all rejoice that it’s over. At least one obstacle is behind us. If anything, today has been the ugliest. But if I have to take something good away from all the negativity I’ve perused today, it would be that everyone’s opinion — whether I agree with it or not — is a sign that people care. They invested time and thought into this whole process, and that matters. Because not everyone in this world has the freedom to care or weigh in or share their concerns. And I’m grateful that we do.
To end things on a lighter note, now that November 6th has passed, I am thrilled, overjoyed, ecstatic and utterly delighted to report that I have not received a single phone call asking me who I plan to vote for. And damn, it feels good.