It was Election Day. I have a hard time not commenting.
Although there wasn’t much worth national news on the ballot here in Texas, I did cast my vote. The only person under 50 in the entire polling station was me, but that shouldn’t really be much of a suprise. Twenty-somethings only pretend to care right? We’ll talk about it if it’s newsworthy enough to be a twitter trending topic. No, I don’t think I’m better than you for having voted today. After all, my mother was the responsible citizen in the story. Around lunch I got a call from her asking if I’d voted yet and if I wanted to meet her there.
“But…but…I don’t want to vote on something if I’m uninformed!”
Reading, you learned how…obviously. At the polling station there’s a description of the propositions, it’s not that difficult to figure out if it’s something against or in line with your basic beliefs.
I learned a lesson today when I saw my Dad’s wallet. Every time he votes, his “I voted” sticker goes on the inside of his wallet to serve as a constant reminder. There were a lot and that wallet isn’t old enough to have that many stickers from just presidential and gubernatorial races.
Now I don’t plan on putting the stickers on my wallet to rack up “voting cred”, but I want to vote like he does.