all monsters and dust

22.6.04

I just looked over and there was a bug crawling up my arm. That was... weird. It looked like some kind of a beetle. I killed it, because I am the insect murdering type of vegetarian.

I voted today. By mail. I wrote a name on a ballot and sealed it inside an enveloppe which I sealed inside a bigger enveloppe which I sealed inside a third enveloppe which I put a stamp on (What the fuck? Shouldn't voting be free?) and dropped in a mailbox on the corner, making sure no one was watching me.

It all felt a little overdramatic, but I was just relieved to get it over with. I can now go back to ignoring the conflict between my belief that it's important to vote and my belief that my vote will make absolutely no difference. Holding two contradictory beliefs is one of the most difficult and exhausting things I've ever experienced because it is MAKES NO SENSE WHATSOEVER and I like to think of myself as a logical person.
 




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