Him or Her, You are Still You

DISCLAIMER: The following post may be considered offensive or triggering to politics in general. 

It's election day and that means that even in Cambodia, Americans are losing their god damned minds. I've never been so grateful for a 12 hour time difference, because I'll go to bed tonight and this disaster will either be over, or it will be even more of a disaster. Either way, I win because if it's over, then we move into the realm of acceptance and/or exodus. Since I've already voluntarily exiled myself from the country for the time being, I won't need to participate in the Great Trump Retreat or the Clinton Boycott Brigade. I feel like I did my taxes in January and everyone else is struggling on April 14 to figure out how to deal with that $745 "business expense" purchased at 3am on a Saturday in Tijuana. 

If it's not over, and this thing isn't settled by the time I wake up, I won't be in the country to even hear a whisper of the vitriol and chaos. I'll keep my newsfeed mum. I'll embrace the 8818 miles in between me and the rest of the world. I'll focus on the literal chaos right in front of me, because staying alive while crossing the street in Phnom Penh and making sure I don't get robbed are more urgent issues than listening to people argue about the same thing they've been arguing about for two years. It's not that it doesn't matter. This does matter. But I refuse to invest my energy into hate towards anyone, on either side. 

A friend of mine just said, "I walked into a business yesterday and right in a fairly crowded lobby a friend asked, quiet loudly 'So who are you voting for?' and without missing a beat, I responded 'The lesser of two evils.'

Virtually everyone in the lobby chuckled and said 'Me, too!'

That got me to thinking...this will be the first time EVER that virtually everyone in the country votes for the same thing and yet the election will be close."

Wednesday November 9, 10:45am: Remotes watching the election results at the Foreign Correspondents Club in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. 

Wednesday November 9, 10:45am: Remotes watching the election results at the Foreign Correspondents Club in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. 

This is basically the Whose Line is it Anyway? of politics. Everything is made up and the points don't matter. So, I choose to focus on what I can control and what I know to be true. I know I will wake up tomorrow, eat a few eggs, and go about my life. I know I will see a new friend tomorrow night. I know the results of this election cannot, and will not fundamentally change who I am. It won't change who you are, either. 

It may effect the stock market, federal laws, and a whole host of other adulting activities that will dominate your small talk for years to come. It may affect issues important to you, but it will not change you. It won't affect your dog, who will want to cuddle with you regardless. It won't affect that bottle of wine you have stored away for a special occasion — in celebration or defeat, it will be drunk. Most importantly, it won't affect how you love or how you give back to the world.

You are still you. Remember that.