One can imagine, if I was me that my decision back in 1972 was a deliberate attempt at speaking my mind and going into a lookout or watcher to observe, until such a time as I felt it necessary to get back in the fray.
Though I have been told since I chose at that particular time in our democracy not to cast my vote or opinion by marking a ballot in any further election that I no longer had the right to an opinion or just as bad, to complain about the situations that ensued.
Even though I am still in that same train of thought, I do keep myself educated on the malaise occurring from time to time, and try if confronted by others what is actually happening, just to give them an overview of what I recognize to be the majority of opinions on any given topic of political discourse.
I do keep my own opinions to myself, except on occasion on social media and I make it a habit not to complain about anything, since I have abdicated the throne of responsibility. I am enjoying at the moment what is, I consider, an entertaining bit of political theater.
Growing up in the 60's I had plenty of time to soak or bask in my own inane way what was occurring around me and certainly had my father to bounce off of to give me his perspective since it was so much more enamored with a full set of the permutations involved.
When it came in historical time to cast my one and only vote, it was clear, set in stone, that my involvement in this system, was not to be when McGovern and the Marijuana Initiative got lambasted, like lamb on a stick. I understand my reticence when I chose not to be involved because I was a poor loser, yet to this day I cling to that peculiar extrapolation. I do not harbor any feelings about your choices and yet I have heard the gambit and range of emotional feedback I have gotten for this choice, but I am Me, and therefore when I think, I do believe I exist in that moment of reflection. Sink the Bismark....Later, I suppose.
