Whenever someone gives you grief for not voting, just say what I always say.
"You hate Trump because you think he's a fascist.
I hate him because I know he isn't."
They'll probably leave you alone after that.
Hot take I may have posted already.
Voting should be an inconvenient hassle. You should care enough to go through some degree of misery and discomfort for your vote to count.
I don't really like the idea of my life being affected by people who succumb to peer-pressure social media posts voting based on whims and vibes.
Like, it should be a more difficult process for everyone. Everyone should have the right to do it. It should just suck way more than it already does.
Like, I'm not just talking about Voter ID. I'm talking about requiring 3 forms of ID, decided at random, so you have to go back home and get the right information.
I'm talking about playing the same shitty song in the voting area over and over and over again, just a little too loud.
No A/C. No heat. No restrooms.
Someone constantly reheating their fish leftovers in the mircowave.
If you can get through that and still cast your vote, you are a true patriot.
I've mentioned before how a lot of letters sound exactly the same over the phone, and you should always read them with associated words to make sure the person understands ("f as in foxtrot, s as in sierra", etc).
Another thing that people don't realize is that "-teen" sounds identical to "-ty" (as in 13 and 30 sound the same, 14 and 40, etc.)
This is why you should always read numbers as individual digits over the phone for that reason ("one three" instead of "thirteen", and "three zero" instead of "thirty"). It makes everyone's lives easier.
It kind of makes sense that Hila and Ethan's separation date aligns with Tamara's birthday. Hila's initial statement said that her prior suspicions were confirmed when she caught Ethan in a lie. It would make sense that there would be increased communication with a mistress on her birthday, meaning more evidence to potentially be found left behind by someone getting sloppy and more comfortable in a long-term affair.
I don't think it's a weird coincidence at all.