Chances are that by the time you read this post, if you haven't voted yet, then you aren't going to vote. I'm sorry that you missed a chance to be part of history, because no matter who you voted for, it was historic.
I know I haven't been really open about my political beliefs on this little blog o'mine, but I honestly get a knot in my stomach whenever I think about mentioning them. I come from a family of Republicans. Republicans who are not afraid to tell you all about how the Democrats are wrong and that frankly you are dumb for being one. I know that lots of other bloggers have the same family dynamics and they don't allow that to stop them from being openly political but me, I'm passive aggressive. I'm a lover, not a fighter.
I know I can't change my family's mind anymore than they could change mine. So rather than fighting pointless political battles with them, I just don't mention my political beliefs. They try to egg me on (This happened quite a bit at my grandfather's funeral last month. I'm sure it was 90% unintentional and harmless) and I let the accusations roll off my back. To me the debating, fighting, and guaranteed stomachache is just not worth it.
I apply this same tactic to my friends, which is what I consider anyone that reads my blog. I know you may not like my candidate, but you're an intelligent and informed adult and hopefully you made your choice on facts and not politic propaganda. I assume you've read up on your candidate's policies and plans and have honestly made the best, most informed decision for you. I do not wish to try and change your mind, because you will not be able to change mine.
But with that all being said, if you think yes on prop 8 is a good idea I will debate with you. I'll debate it in a fun, let's not get angry and resort to name calling, sort of way. I will do this only because I feel that the supporters of prop 8 have been misleading about their cause. I won't fight with you, but I will make sure you really understand what a yes on prop 8 means. In the end, if you still feel like voting yes on it, then that's your decision and I'll respect that. And I hope you could still respect me and my opinion.
And for the record, I voted and almost cried. I stood in my little voting cube, pen in hand, taking deep breaths to steady myself. I feel like I've been holding my breath all day, waiting for the results to start pouring in. Now that that's happening I'm a whirlwind of emotions and can't wait to have this day behind me.
America, please don't let me down.