Election Day: An Apathetic Love Affair

Obama MamaWhen I was young—in college and as a fresh member of the workforce—I took my politics seriously.

I rallied and argued and wore T-shirts and felt superior to anyone who didn’t agree with my version of the truth.

I paid attention to who I thought I agreed with and I threw their arguments back at anyone who would listen.

My father took the brunt of my burgeoning debate skills. Though my staunch beliefs in anything he didn’t agree with led to some slammed doors and abruptly ended conversations (always on my part), I look back on those moments with nostalgia.

Bantering with my dad about a woman’s right to choose or why our country was at war with another sovereign nation meant time spent together. We often related through disagreement and disgust.

My opinions have not inherently changed.

Though slightly more informed, as much as possible in a political climate and media environment that thrives on bashing and humiliating, I have held onto my ideals.

I wish for enough food to feed the hungry, even those who could work for a living and don’t.

I hope for humane treatment of the mentally ill, and protection for our children and neighbors.

I wish to not glorify guns and violence, and to respect our men and women in uniform.

I hope for women to fearlessly walk down the street, and men to know their role in stopping abuse.

I wish to be given the same opportunities as any man, and to be valued for my feminine approach.

I hope women have control over their bodies, and for the celebration of children and families.

I wish for future generations to be able to afford college, and to be given other paths to success.

I hope for all persons to access quality healthcare, and for corporations not to reap the benefits.

I wish to grant my children a healthy environment, and not suffer from our self-destructing habits.

I hope for financial responsibility to support my family, and I expect the same from banking institutions.

I wish to have a strong, respectable country, and to respect the autonomy of other nations.

I hope for peace among people who have fought for generations, and strength of successful revolutions.

I wish for strong education and social systems, and for others willing to pay into its success.

The difference is I now know these ideals are not granted in the ballot box.

They may not be granted at all, which does not mean I should not promote them in my heart and with my words. These ideals are only granted through my interactions with my world and the people in it.

Conversations with my father now steer away from the topics I know we don’t agree on, and center instead on mountain biking and his grandchildren. I greatly value our time together and realize it is not based on intended disagreement, but rather shared interests.

Today is Election Day. I will vote and I do have a basic knowledge of what the candidates stand on, but I no longer hold the ideal that they are going to create the world I want to live in. That love affair is over. Only I can create the world I want to live in. And, I may only be able to do that for myself, and maybe a few others close to me, but I take my world-building very seriously.

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