I have never missed voting in an election since I was old enough to vote but I have never voted in a primary election until I moved to Poland. When that absentee ballot arrived I felt an immediate desire to follow through with all the rights granted to me when I turned 18. I hope I'm not mistaking this desire with the utter joy I get when my mailbox has something in it (that's another story for another day)! I avoid reading local and national news but have chosen to make my decision based on the unbiased, "looking from the outside in" approach to the election! While I am not exactly enamored with either candidate right now it will be a refreshing change to watch the battles unfold from overseas before marking the absentee ballot and hoping it actually gets counted. By the way, the last time I wasn't thrilled with either candidate I voted for the man most likely to keep me entertained for four years! In fact, it was the guy waving the American flag upside down at the Beijing Olympics! Great visual...I saw it on Eurosport. I'm guessing it may not have made it on US TV.
Let's hope I have enough stamps for my ballot or else I have to actually ask for them...which leads me to my next topic - performance anxiety!
I have officially quit Polish lessons for the last time. No more lessons, no more memorizing, no more dictionaries. I just don't get it! For someone who knows how to pronounce every conceivable combination of vowels, consonants and letters with doo dads, who can actually write a grammatically correct sentence and actually enjoys the homework I fail miserably at conversation. After much thought I've decided I have an untreatable, unsalvageable form of performance anxiety and I intend to learn to live with it!!
Case in point - today Oliver and I were singularly responsible for a chain-reaction bike collision under the brama leading to the Galleria Dominikańska. Just as rider one was about to be clotheslined by Oliver's leash, rider two nearly rear-ended rider one who applied the emergency brakes without checking the rear. Stumbling over whether to say "przepraszam" or "prozęn" I opted for the universal, "I'm sorry" and, "I'm really very sorry"!! If looks could kill I would be dead and buried right where I was (with poop bag in hand). Based on their reactions I decided to skip the helmet lecture and hurried out of the way!
I guess the Polish people will have to accept me as I am - charming, witty and unable to comprehend!!
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