My First Vote

Hey Sweeties,

At the age of 27… wait, 26. I’m 26! (You know when you’re a couple of months away from the next age so you start thinking yourself a year older…no? just me?). Anyway, at 26 years old I have just voted for the first time. Whoopie … I think?

No, of course it’s exciting, it is and we women have come a long way to be able to have this experience, this privilege, and contribute to society in this way so I am by no means complaining. I am just disappointed that the choice available as in political party wasn’t a bit more straight forward and optimistic. I feel that there is a new energy in the UK; I feel that society has hit breaking point or at least it is on the horizon but it’s built up more on hysteria than in truth. We think the country has gone to the dogs and to those that have recently moved in from abroad. But has anyone I know who needs a job lost out to a non-English person? No. Have Romanians moved in next door? No. Is life in the UK still a bit shit? Yes. The cost of living has soared and people (me included) have or are in the process of getting second jobs just to afford the basics. It’s not great is it? But, it’s not so bad that the army have been called in to manage us. We’re not so angry that we’ll fight to overturn the government and although parliament is full of clowns, they’re not dictators. We’re crying out for a leader, someone that hears us, all of us, and creates the right amount of change and actions to make us all feel a bit happier and let’s be honest, equal… you know what I mean by that.

So I’m stood in the polling station, lists in front of me, and the decision of where to place my precious cross(s) is not obvious, in fact it’s reluctant. When no one really deserves the vote, I am having to honour someone with it for the sake of not wasting the opportunity the suffragettes chained themselves to gates for and even going as far as to throw themselves underneath the Kings horse all those years ago… for this. So no, I wasn’t going to not vote. It is just unfortunate that none of the parties I think or believe stand out; they’re extreme or useless, mostly useless in an extreme way. So while they’re expensing their duck houses and second mansions… we British are left just a bit pinched and the friction between them and us has grooved a deepening divide. We just want a party of decent individuals to run the country. Is that too much to ask, like really?

 

Until next time x