Even as I sit here writing this, Mae is making her way to a polling station in halfway across town together with her siblings. While she will be deciding if her vote goes to BN or the Opposition, I have voted to stay home and manage our... erm... home affairs. It is cleaning day lah!
Today, I have missed yet another opportunity to exercise my democratic right, making it my third miss in a row. I never get round to voting cos I never got down to even registering myself. While I have successfully put on a defiant, rebellious, anti-establishment front (as we arty-types are so wont to do) over the last few years, this year I actually feel like shit for not voting. I feel irresponsible to myself and the baby in Mae's womb. I am Sampah Masyarakat.
I can give many great reasons for why I do not vote. Politicians are not noble enough for me. I am disappointed with the nation. I refuse to buy into anybody's self-serving agendas. My vote won't make a difference. Bla bla bla. But the truth is, I do not vote because all this while I have been too lazy to do anything about it. Did I mention I am Sampah Masyarakat? I need an attitude adjustment.
Today, as Mae got herself ready for her big day at the polls, I served her as best I could; preparing her meal, packing her rations (pregnant women get hunger pangs!) and filling her water canteen. Today, I was the faithful wife serving my husband as she readied herself for war. As she proudly stepped out the door to leave, I told her, "Honey, cast a good vote for Baby and me!"
Perhaps Mae's vote will redeem her Sampah Masyarakat husband.