December 12th 2019
Today I didn’t vote in the General Election. I know that I should have, and I would have if I was still living in Swindon, where my constituency is. But I moved to Cheltenham three days ago and didn’t have the foresight to get my polling card changed. I could have driven from work in Gloucester to vote in Swindon then back home to Cheltenham, but that seemed like extraneous effort for a token tactical vote in a constituency which will be overwhelmingly Conservative.
And I know that’s bad. And I know that goes against democracy. But I feel like tactical voting kind of goes against democracy in the first place. And, and I know this also goes against democracy, but when I wake up in the morning, it’ll be revealed that my token tactical vote wouldn’t have made any difference at all.
“BUT IF EVERYONE THOUGHT LIKE THA–”
I know. I do know.
On the bright side, I convinced my flatmate not to go home and vote either, and he was going to vote Conservative, so I feel like I kind of cancelled him out in a way. If it was either we both voted, or neither of us voted, we’d have the same net outcome. Right? I think that’s right.
There’s also the fact that if I allow myself to come too politically engaged then I get depressed and angry, so to shield myself from that I actively ignore most of what’s happening in the world. It’s a blinkered worldview, but it keeps me sane.
Until tomorrow, sorry I didn’t vote.