Tomorrow I will no longer be of interest to the dozens of people who have called or texted me over the past month.
I can’t wait.
Their stilted and poor effort to remind me how to vote or whom to vote for annoys me.
People who neither know me personally nor make any attempt to know me invade my space — and, yes, I know I’m not alone — feigning care and interest in me.
Ditto to the organizations that claim to have my best interests in mind.
In roughly 46 months, this bombardment will begin again. You may call it canvassing or outreach or by some other positive term. I call it a nuisance.