Why do I feel the pull?
What is it that has led me to you
And you to me
And then away again?
It’s in my gut
The need to reach out,
To touch you,
To know your soul.
It seems so familiar to me.
Hello soul,
Have we met before?
I feel like I’ve known you for. . . .
Forever.
Is that what it feels like?
Love, I mean?
Because I’m not sure anymore.
I hate election years. Especially when my options leave me feeling like I would be voting for the lesser of two evils when it comes to the Democrats and the Republicans. I am from a state that almost always casts their electoral votes for a Republican. Seriously, since 1864, there are only a few years the votes have gone to any party other than the Republicans. Does this indicate we’re not a progressive state? Maybe a little. Don’t get me wrong, I have numerous friends and family members who wouldn’t think of even nodding in the way of a Democrat, but that’s not me. I have nodded at, and I have even voted for a couple of Democrats. This year is going to be different though.
I am not overly impressed with Obama, and frankly, Romney scares the shit out of me. I know both of them are basically puppets, with the hands of their respective parties shoved far enough up their asses, they can make their mouths says whatever they want them to, but I just can’t excuse them for that. The petty bickering, the name calling, the mud-slinging and trash talking. . . .just done. For fuck’s sake, these people are supposed to be educated grown-ups!!
So this year, I am giving my vote to a different party–the Libertarians. Why, you may ask? Because this country is going to hell in a hand-baske!. We are quickly becoming a nation of simpering, ne’er do wells, many of whom only want a hand-out and not a hand-up. Too many of us choose to sit back and bitch about change, but are too cowardly to do anything to try to bring change about. Have we forgotten this is supposed to be a democracy? At one time this country was built on principals, morals and freedoms. Where have those ideals gone? These things have occurred under the leadership of what? Democrats and Republicans. Somehow I don’t think this is the nation our founding fathers had in mind, do you?
I could go on and on about the reasons I think this country is falling apart, but I won’t. What it comes down to is that I think we need a change. I think we need to shake some shit up in this country. I think we need to send a message to these politicians, that we are pissed off and we’re not going to stand by silently and allow them to drive this country into the ground! Get off your ass, and go to the polls! Rock that fucking vote people!!
In the immortal words of George Washington, remember—“An army of asses led by a lion is better than an army of lions led by an ass.”
And if you’re interested in retaining your rights as individual, go check out the Libertarians platform:
Women, exercise your right!
Sorry guys, but I know a free lap dance is an extremely good motivator for most of you! 😉
I think last night influenced my almost totally shitty today. Why, you ask? Because I can’t get past “what might have been”. Technically it isn’t even about “what might have been”. Sorry, I am sure you’re confused. Me too!
Last night, my ex-husband and I took our son trick or treating. I was going to let him go alone with our son, but since said son is almost 12 years old, this was most likely the last year for trick or treating, so I wanted to go along too. It was me that took him the first time, so I felt it only fair that I was there for the last time too. This was one of the only times, since our son was born, that we actually did something together. My ex and I are on pretty good terms, and work really hard to co-parent our son effectively. We have had some bumps in the road, but most of the time we get along pretty well.
Well, all of the “family time”, led to me analyzing shit on the way to work this morning, and wondering about the “what might have been” stuff. Don’t get me wrong–I do not want to be with my ex, and am happy that we are divorced, because I was miserable with him and he with me. However, there is a little part of me, buried way down beneath the trash-talking, pole dancing, sex loving hot chick, that is Suzy Homemaker, and desires domesticity. At least a little bit of domesticity, along with the love of an amazing man, tons of laughter, and lots of hot sex! 🙂
It totally perplexes me that I can’t seem to find this shit after 11 years of divorce! I don’t understand it. I seriously scream at the universe some days and ask, “What about me?”. I am a good person and I deserve this!! I have waited a long time for my big love, where in the fuck is it??? Why does it seem that the universe is telling me I’m not worthy?
I realize that life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans, but this is not where I expected to be at my age. I didn’t expect to be fighting all of my battles solo, with no one else on my team. I get so damn tired of doing it all alone. When I get in this mood, this is the only song I can think about.
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