My mom and I had to vote early because we were going to be out of town on election day. So she and I rode down to the election office and pull into the parking lot. I'm extremely nervous. I mean THE ENTIRE FATE OF MY STATE RESTS IN MY DECISION OF WHOM I WANT TO RUN THE BALL GAME!
No biggie right?
Mom told me the whole ride there that I was going to do fine and not to be nervous. So putting on a brave face I step out of the car ready to fulfill my duty as a citizen of the Untied States of America... and right into politicians.
The first guy I bump into into is Bulgy Bear. If a bear was turned into a human I'm pretty sure it would look like this guy. He lumbers over and says in his deep bear voice "Hello miss how are you doing today? (I'm pretty sure he meant my mom) I would apreciate it if you would vote for so and so for so and so position." We told him thank you that we were already planning on voting for this person. He looked at us like we were the first people to tell him this and he didn't know what to do now.
Next we run into Mr. Peppy. "Hello ladies are how are y'all doing on this lovely day? Would you please write in my friend for this position? If you do you will be making an excellent chioce." he says as he hands us pencils with the person's name he's supporting written on a little flag (I must admit, the pencil flags were pretty cute).
Then to top it all off, right before we enter into the building we meet Ms. I'm-running-for-office-so-I'm-meeting-you-in-person. She talks to us for a little while about what she stands for and that she would, (everyone say it together now) "really appreciate your vote".
So we finally get in the building and fill out the necessary paperwork. I'm given my ballot and I sit down at a table flanked on either side by cardboard walls preventing anyone from seeing my decisions (except of course the people right behind me counting the votes!)
So I'm sitting at this table
with the only instructions to fill in the box COMPLETELY for your vote.
I very much felt like Frodo with the ring at that moment.
"Lord give me wisdom"
Then I lifted my head and knew what I needed to do.
Minutes later I turned in my ballot and walked out. Mom was waiting for me with a big smile on her face "See I knew you could do it!". Really Mom? Then why do I feel the need to pass out? As we head out to make one more stop before heading home we pass by a sign promoting a man that I voted for. I tell Mom that I voted for him and she asks me who else I voted for.
And I can't remember!
Nope, can't remember who I voted for. Thus begins panic attack #2. To top off my first voting experience some 90 year old man at the store we stopped by on our way home had a stroke in the back. Guess who got to see him get rolled out (who by the way, doesn't handle big medical emergencies like that very well)? That's right, me.
So how did I handle myself? Did I go to G-D like I did earlier in the day and rely on HIM to make sense of the matter?
I buy some candy and continue my panic attack in the car.
America is in some trouble if I'm the one deciding who gets in office.
G-D *help* America!