Talk Without Speaking

Amber said that the first year is a year of firsts and she is so right. First Christmas, first birthday, first anniversary, etc etc. It is a commentary on the sad state that I’m in that first voting made me cry. I mean, please. What the hell? I was going along just fine, quietly giggling along to the silly seriousness of the polling station until I realized that Dad wasn’t voting today.

Tonight I hear that Paul has stepped down and this makes me sad too. I’m not going to get political here (I honestly don’t care enough to spend the energy) but Paul was a friend of Dad’s and we got a nice letter from him on the day of Dad’s funeral. Why should I care that he’s stepping down? I don’t know. Why should something like *voting* be a trigger when I can’t really say I paid all that close attention to Dad voting before?

File this under ‘maybe-i-am-going-crazy’ or perhaps we’ll shrug it off to the fact that my body is currently under circadian rebellion as I depressingly transition to the evening shift at work. It wasn’t as though I had the energy for much of a social life anyway but seeing it go just sucks.

Goal for tomorrow: find something cheery to say.