Choose change

I regret not voting. I regretted it two weeks before the election, when I forgot to register on time- please don’t judge me I already spent the summer trying to explain to people why I, a supposed journalist, a figure on the pulse of current affairs, forgot to meet the 5pm registration deadline two weeks beforehand.

My regret resurfaced on the day of the election when leaving my yoga session. I had to manoeuvre my way through a stream of upstanding and respectable members of society eager to do their duty at my local polling station. Completely embarrassed and feeling as though I’d let the country down I had to power-walk down my road to escape the judging eyes of queuing voters who knew I wasn’t one if them.

Luckily for me my guilt has been somewhat saved as my vote wouldn't have swayed the result. “Call-me-Dave” would still be in number 10 with Nick as his sidekick and we’d still be complaining about the public sector cuts. But that’s the beautiful thing about a democracy we can exercise our right for change. I just have to make sure that next time I use it.


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