Oh, I'll give you unpolitical

I have been invited to an un-politics party this week.  I'm not going.  My story will be that I can't find a babysitter or that I have to shampoo the cat.  In reality, I don't want to go.

You see, I find myself in what feels like a somewhat unique political situation.  I find myself displeased with both my options.  Don't get me wrong.  It's not just this election.  I have been displeased with both my options for election after election, nearly as long as I have been voting. I keep telling myself that in a country this large, this was the best we can do?  But at this late date, you are hard pressed to find people that AREN'T completely, utterly and totally enthusiastic about their political choice.  And really want to have you come to their side.  And want to tell you what an idiot you are if you don't come to their side.  Thing is, I've had about all I can take of politics. 

My friend once said you don't know isolation until you are an atheist in the deep south.  I'm feeling it now. 

*ducks her head and waits for the refuse to fly*

I'm not going to the un-politics party because despite dearly loving the group of fun women I love to call friends, I'm over the politics. Politics has gotten a little crazy.  I've read every single policy and ever single plan on both sides.  And they both have BIG plans, principles of economics be damned.  Depending on where you stand, it's the apocalypse if "A" wins or the apocalypse if "B" wins.  If you are in the small group that think it might be the apocalypse if either "A" or "B" won, or that maybe no apocalypse will happen, you are on the fringe to say the least.  If you vote for "A," you are a stupid, self-serving, money-grubbing, soul-less, gay-hating freak.  If you don't vote for "B," you hate your children, the poor, education  and you want more of the same.

Maybe neither party represents where you stand (the ever-elusive fiscal conservative) but long gone are the good ol' days when you could agree to disagree, laugh about it and move on.  You pick the best of the worst and hope for the best.  Long gone are the days of wading through the rhetoric, hoping that among all the lies promises, someone will be able to implement at least one thing that will make this country a better place to live. 

I don't care who started the name calling or who is worse at it.  I just keep my head low.  After reading internet post after internet post of "I'll never EVER look at my neighbor the same or be his friend because he has THAT SIGN on his lawn," I keep my comments about my feelings regarding the patheticism of the political race to myself. Because if you think both options are less than optimal, lots of people REALLY don't like you.

So I'll be skipping the, what is sure to be a blast, un-political party.  I will sacrifice a night with good friends (who must likely WOULDN'T judge me for my politically-depressed position) in hopes that when this whole election blows over, offers for playdates will still come and conversations over wine will still be had.  I will vote for whomever makes me least ill at the 11th hour.  And I will pray that the whole country doesn't go to hell in a hand basket.

When Kristen isn't hiding out from all her rabidly Republican or Democratic friends, you can find her writing about who is trying to burn down her house at Mommy Needs a Cocktail.