I remember as a kid being in tow with my parents when they went to vote. They never discussed their decisions or even asked each other for whom the other voted. It was an almost sacred ceremony and they respected each other’s opinions enough to let each other have an opinion.
Now as an adult, I continue the example they showed by casting my vote. Instead of waiting in long lines and then entering a voting machine with a curtain open and closed by a manual lever, I simply show my drivers license, obtain my ballot, and fill in the ovals to register my opinion.
People have lots of opinions – especially about why you shouldn’t vote for someone. The advertisements and landline phone calls can create a sarcastic feel to an otherwise awesome ability we each possess.
I timed it today when my husband and I went to vote early. Our lives are pretty hectic right now and the thought of waiting until the actual voting day made me nervous in case something came up and prohibited my participation.
My husband wondered why I stopped and looked back inside the room after we’d left. I needed the stop time.
Four minutes. From the time we walked into the early voting area at our regional library to when we walked out. Check-in. Custom printed ballot, which was double-checked before handing it to me, and then the “bubbling in” part. Heck, you even get a sticker. I miss that from being a kid.
Seriously, though, if you don’t like others making decisions for you, vote. If you’re fine with that we have a really great city memorial to veterans and a long history of living sacrifices made to protect and make available the ability to decide.
I can’t guarantee your time in and out will be the same or that the person you select will win, but I can promise that you won’t regret participating.