This has always been an apolitical blog, so this post is really not about the candidates for Presidency or local positions. Instead this is about my voting dilemma. One day I asked my mom:
Me: Are we allowed to bring our own pen to vote?!
Mom: No, just wear a pair of gloves if you must! (She knew right away why I had to ask!)
Me: (crestfallen) What if I don’t vote anymore?!
With that, Dad gave me the disappointed look of course! LOL!
I was kidding when I said I’d rather not vote than use a pen that isn’t mine. But see it will really be too much of an effort for me to use someone else’s pen. I am OC that way. I bring at least one pen all the time and refuse to use another as much as I can. Because when it is not mine that I use, my brain synapses send messages to my entire body that it is icky and full of germs. Haha. Crazy.
No this isn’t a joke. Just thinking about the moment I need to vote with the prescribed pen already brings tears to my eyes.
But I will vote and let my voice be heard. There’s alcohol anyway ;)
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