Saturday, November 8, 2008

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Election day, hour 18

This is better suited for a personal blog, not a community one, but I would like to share. I voted for the first time in my life today. Went in before work this morning, stubbed my cigarette out on my shoe, walked into the building (how many years has it been since I've walked inside a high school?!), signed next to my name, went into a booth, pressed some buttons, pressed another big one "submit" and walked out of there. All this while holding my coffee. Completely and utterly anti-climactic. I don't know why, but I was expecting more: a rush, a feeling of usefulness or sudden privy to something wonderfully intimate and restricted. Nope... The sun shone, too hot for early November, Jersey City smelled as usual, I was really late to work, as usual, the mechanics in the nearby garage were lifting a sedan up (usual to them, I guess). Voting just did not feel important or special. No citizen pride or satisfaction of a civic duty well-fulfilled.

Do you remember your first time? How was it?