Disappointed

Welp.  I'm pretty bummed about the election.  I really had high hopes for Mr. Romney, but it wasn't to be.

These last few days leading up to the election have been trying as I read Facebook and listen to the varying opinions.  I actually unfriended someone on Facebook because when I spoke my opinion, he and his friends pounced on me.  It was weird.  He posted something that generalized Romney supporters and I countered with an explanation that I wasn't like the people he described and yet I supported Romney.  He and his friends (he later told me that two of them were therapists), told me how disrespectful I was for "ranting" on his page.  In actuality, I never went to his page.  His post showed up on mine and I replied to it.  When I told them that, they said I could change that by blocking him.  Why block him?  If I don't want to see his posts or am not allowed to comment on them, then why be "friends"?  And seriously, I need to consider the opinion of two people I don't know because they are therapists?

This morning, after a friend from high school posted her happiness about the results of the election, people went wild on her.  Apparently, even her family members.  All she said was something like "Yay, Obama won!". 

Yesterday, we found out that one of the girls in our office didn't vote.  This wouldn't be a big deal, except that she's the one who is always complaining about her bills, and the cost of living.

I have a million thoughts in my head about where we are and where our country is going.  I feel regret that I didn't do more to influence friends and family to vote for Romney, but I didn't want to be one of those people.  I wanted to stay away from controversy with my friends and family.  I worry about our taxes, our rights, the constitution.

I know my brother is on the opposite end of the political spectrum from me and I kind of expected him to call today with an "in your face" comment, but when I looked at his Facebook page this morning, he put up a picture of him and me.  One of my favorite pictures.  I don't know whether it was intended or not, but it almost made me cry and I felt bad for thinking that he would do something different.

I gotta go.  I have poison oak all over my body and I'm about the scratch all my skin off.   The doctor said I can come in this morning.

j