Do Cookies Count?

I understand that voting is significant, but what I don’t quite seem to grasp is people’s obsession with my vote. “Did you vote?” seems to be the most daunting question of the past few weeks with no right answer. Though this seems like a seemingly simple yes or no question, it never ends with that. Let’s say I answer no, then I lose ten minutes of my life while you ramble on about how it’s my civic duty and I’m failing as an American. Ouch. So I choose option B and say yes which inevitably leads to the “who did you vote for?” question which again, has no satisfying answer. No matter which politician I claim to have voted for, you’ll throw your political knowledge in my face as you go off on your tangent about how wonderful or wonderfully terrible the candidate is. Chances are you are, without a doubt, more politically informed than myself because I tend to veer away from the subject of politics. Actually, I run screaming in the opposite direction of the topic. Therefore, no matter what my answer may be, I probably will not be able to justify it accept maybe with my belief that change is made by the individual, not the masses. But the vote of the individual means nothing to me; change is made by those who are assertive enough to do something aside from filling out a ballot. If by chance there is someone out there reading this who asked me those perilous questions, I will indulge you with my political decision. As it happens I did vote. I chose the right in option and voted for the Pillsbury Doughboy.