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I should have been a middle child.


Because in spite of the fact that I do have pretty strong opinions on a lot of things, I don't write about them much. I guess my feeling is that if you're taking the time to read a blog, you probably don't need to be hit over the head with someone else's opinion. I'm pretty sure we can all come up with a strong opinion of our own. And when you come right down to it, I hate the idea of getting into someone's face and trying to shove my ideas down their throats. (Just as I would hate to be the one having the ideas shoved at them). Think of me as Switzerland. Neutral on the surface. Underneath...not so much. There's also the knowledge that there are people I care very much about who I know are on the opposite side of the fence. They know where I stand. I know where they stand. We like each other anyway. I don't want to alienate people. So now what?


This is why I avoid most current news items.


And hot buttons.


Save me from the hot buttons. Please.


Like gay marriage.


And abortion.


And the death penalty.


And...politics.


But tonight, with possibly the most important election of my adult life just four weeks away, I'm really tempted to dip my toes in the water. I know I shouldn't. No one gives a rat's ass about my opinion. No one should give a rat's ass about my opinion.


But it might feel really good to just say it anyway.