Dear World: Voting
I'm currently at a state of complete tiredness, after returning from the CLIC Information Right Now event and spending the last few hours watching videos on YouTube while playing Pokemon. This could be you one day, kids. Live the dream.
But as I tried to level up my Electrode (and no, that is not a dodgy thing... I hope), a tweet appeared upon my screen. The tweet was about the election that is happening soon or something, and it urged everyone to register their vote.
Now, if you know me, you'll know that I'm over the edge of seventeen and have a passion for breathing, meaning that I'm both alive and eligible to vote.
Actually, saying that, I've been eligible for about two years now, and the first chance that I got to vote was for the general election. You know the one, where Cameron and Clegg joined forces to create a coalition government.
When voting day came, it was a weird sensation for me. Everyone started supporting a party, comparing the advantages of each to decide who to vote for.
And what did I do? Did I side with the Tories? The Lib Dems? Or was it Labour day for me?
Well, to put it bluntly, none of them. And no, I didn't vote for the BNP.
Simply put, I did not vote. And I did so not by forgetting about it or not having time. I did so intentionally.
I had a weird response when someone heard that I didn't vote. People asked me questions like "don't you want your say on how the country's run?" and others like it.
But it's not a question of wanting my voice heard, or using it to say who I want to represent me in my region. For me, it was, and still is, a matter of maturity and responsibility.
Let me give you an example. I have probably said this before, but I have decided that I'm not at the right age to learn how to drive. Why? The main reason for that is because I don't trust myself driving around in a metal box where I could potentially kill someone. I'm real optimistic, me.
Now, before you say, "dude, you can't kill anyone by voting", well you're right, potential mocker of my article, my mark next to a politician's name will not result in the death of my neighbour's cat or seventeen bees sacrificing a cactus to the God Of Typography [isn't he related to Dan CLIC? ~ National Ed].
But I digress. I think. I'm never sure when to use that term. Anyway, I think back to those days, days filled with learning the periodic table, nuclear fusion and how to turn No Angel into an 80's Rock song. During those days, where everyone wondered which way people woul turn in the political sense.
In one heated conversation (and by heated, I mean it was a really hot day), I remember one statement that has stuck to me ever since.
"I'm going to vote Conservative because Cameron was wearing a blue tie, and I like blue". To be fair, that's not exactly what that person said, and I doubt that was meant as a joke or not. Ah well.
This is one of the reasons I don't feel responsible enough to vote. I don't want to vote for someone on the basis of the colours of their ties or how well designed their websites were. I wanted to vote on the policies, whether person A would be better for the welfare of the region and nation for the next few years. But try as hard as I did, I couldn't fully understand the arguments.
I don't want to be a sheep, just voting the same way everyone else is. Nor do I want to vote on someone on the constinant-to-vowel ratio in their name. I wanted a competent mind while walking into the voting booth, and having full confidence when voting that I'm doing what I thought was right for the country.
But I didn't feel like that, and I still don't. It's back to the reasons I don't drive, I'm not old enough yet. Granted, everyone's different, so I'm not arguing that the voting age should be higher. I'm just saying that, for me, voting (and driving, among other things) is not something I want to rush in. I'd rather have confidence beforehand that I know what I'm doing than just dive head first and end up a failure.
I thank ye, world.