So I watched the presidential debate the other night. Now, I rarely get political on my blog because quiet frankly, it's no one's business. But this is just getting too damn befuddling for me. So this is my breakdown:
Obama looks so bloody presidential. Point for Obama. Poor McCain's stiff armed stance can't even compare. Of course, McCain is a broken up man, broken up by age (ie experience)and serving our country, so point for McCain.
I want to believe Obama. I do. He has such wonderful words and says them with such sincerity. I love the idealism he promotes. I want to BELIEVE the idealism he promotes. So point for Obama because he makes me WANT to believe.
But maybe I'm just too old? Maybe I'm just a cynic at heart? And there's that whole, running for president since the 2004 democratic convention thing. I remember hearing someone say, "that man could run for president." I think Obama heard it too, because he's been running ever since.
Of course, McCain has been running for president since the BEGINNING OF FREAKING TIME, so they come out even on that one.
And did anyone else scream "HOW?" at the TV everytime one of them promoted something?
So I don't know. I know we need change (Gawd, that's a word I don't ever want to hear again!) And whoever takes over the presidency is going to have a mess on their hands.
Sigh. So what to do? I have voted in every presidential election since I turned eighteen. I was the girl who showed up at parties with voter's regustration cards in the back pocket of my acid washed jeans. I'm the young mom who treated election day as an exciting field trip and holiday all rolled up into one fun trip to the polls and the ice cream parlor.
Ten years ago, this wouldn't have been an issue. I know who I would have voted for. Twenty years ago, this wouldn't have been an issue, I know who I would have voted for. And no, in case you're wondering, it wouldn't have been the same person.
Now I'm both more cynical and more mellow.
And I have no clue who I'm voting for. Maybe it's peri-menopause?