If only I could vote tomorrow.

I usually don’t write about politics here or on any other social channels, because let’s face it, I think it’s a snooze fest. I zone out as soon as I try to read about it, hence I know nothing. It’s terrible, I know. I wish I would just make myself finish the articles, but it seems impossible. Watching another episode of The Office or cleaning out my closet for the third time of the week always tend to be more appealing. But today, in spite of my nonexistent knowledge and ignorant attitude, I have to say something. I apologize in advance if I latch out. It’s not you. It’s a racist sexual harasser who in spite of all of his money can’t find a proper place to get a spray tan.

A couple of years ago, Donald Trump meant nothing to me. All I knew was that he owned buildings or something, fired people on TV and had really ugly hair. Oh, and of course that Samantha described Mr. Big as “the next Donald Trump, expect he’s younger and much better looking” in the first episode of Sex And The City. Boy, was she wrong. Anyway. Cut to today and he could end up being the president of the United States. Plot twist, huh?

I’ve lived in New York City for a year now. It’s a pretty shit city if you think about it. It’s dirty, it’s expensive as fuck (I have 45 bucks on my account as we speak and over a week left till paycheck), my apartment doesn’t heat up, the subway is crowded and full of germs, you feel lonely more often than you feel at home, you work more than you live and witnessing public urination is a natural part of getting your morning coffee. Yet, all these things considered, it is the best city on Earth. There is no way you could argue with that. Hell, I’ll even go out on a limb here and say it’s not a subjective question. It just is. I feel so much love for this city. I know it’s not a representation of the rest of the country, but it’s a demonstration of that there is hope. That living together with people from all over the world, learning from each other, working and celebrating together, is possible. That’s what New York is and that’s what more people, cities and countries should be.

Trying to convince someone who’s already decided to vote Trump, to vote Hillary feels impossible. People are egoistic and I know that. People vote for their own advantage, not for the rest of the country and definitely not for the rest of the world. That’s all there is to it. If you have money and don’t have to give a fuck about anything, then sure, Trump is a great choice. You guys can roll around in your dollaz and compare spray tan shades. I’m not writing this because I think I could change someone’s mind. No, this is more of a desperate action to get the sad and angry feelings that are raging inside of me out. I’m so fucking disappointed in the country I’ve dreamt of living in since I was a kid. The country I now live in. The country that has so much diversity, so much love, so much power. And how that country is failing all of that by letting a fucking loser get this close to being their leader.

I wish so much that I could vote. That I could make a difference, but I can’t. And honestly, my only relief is that I'm one of the lucky ones. Because if by tomorrow night there isn’t a female president in this country, then I can just jet off home to Sweden where we don’t believe in dividing countries with walls or grabbing women by the pussy. But I really don’t want to! I want to stay here. I like it here. You guys have delicious Chinese food, your taxi drivers are basically free therapists, your boys has the best tasting lips, I don't get judged for not doing my laundry myself, you have the pinkest sunsets. I've even learnt how to pronounce Houston the New York-way and not feeling like a total douche. I want to live here. In the best city on Earth. Please please please pretty please cherries on top America don’t let me down I beg of you.

I’m with her. I hope you are too.