OK, my first proper entry. I did have a blog before all this which was about my life in general, but I decided it would be good to have a more focussed one instead.
Better start then, eh. Well, today (or yesterday as it’s something past midnight) I’ve been a little touchy, although the fact that my ISP has been playing up means I’ve been ripping my hair out anyway. It’s also general election day and this is my first vote – I was worrying about it for most of the day because I didn’t know what the prodecure was. Despite the fact that P ran through it with me over and over again, I didn’t stop worrying until the moment I walked out of there.
I guess I was scared that I’d be standing there like a dork not knowing where to go or if I would make a cock-up on the voting slip. Afterwards I worried that I hadn’t marked the paper clearly enough and my vote would not get counted. Or worse still, I had marked it wrong and they would laugh when the saw it and say “who’s stupid enough to get that wrong?”.
I had to have a fag on the way there and, unfortunately, cigarettes make me feel a bit woosy and I shake a little. I don’t know why I smoke really – I only do it when I’m nervous and really it makes it worse. I noticed my hands where shaking when I put the voting slip in the box. I swear the guys at the stand where staring at me.
But that’s over now. Don’t have to do it for a few more years and hopefully I’ll be over this social phobia by then. Hopefully.