“What do you care, you didn’t even vote!” he said playfully.
I really liked that boy, so every word coming out of his mouth was a fact in my heart. I think that was the precise moment when I learned about the power of an election, though. If you got the right vote, you could also get the boy. Oh boy!
You see, I wasn’t into politics at all when John Kerry ran for president, back in 2004. I only knew that I liked him because he was in the party of John F. Kennedy and Clinton, and I really liked Kennedy because he was a good man; and I knew I liked Clinton because, well, he was in the party of Kennedy. (How silly was that? I now recall.) It wasn’t until about four years later that I realized I liked them all because I identified with their overall good human nature values—which I’m glad I did once I found myself and what I stand for.
But forget politics itself. I’m not bringing up Election Day because I want to talk about politics. Not exactly (even though I should remind you to VOTE!). I’m bringing it up because this moment in history somehow now connects me to those bittersweet moments in my love life…or something like that.
From my early womanhood days to now, what I like to call my very grown womanhood stage, I’ve subconsciously only met men who share my values and apparently, during election days, we either really reconnect or part ways. We humans don’t have a say, but the universe sometimes has a really f*cked up way of letting you know what should go and what should stay.
The pattern now seems uncanny. One term I seem to be blooming; the next, I’m withering. Except 2020, being the year that it is, rearranged things a bit and this year could be a repeat. What are the odds…
That’s why this year, I’m wishing upon stars, as a last resort, and the good heavens in the whole wide world to have mercy on my soul.
Namaste?
