I write this article with a strong sense of trepidation, because I’m writing about the Brexit, and I know next to nothing about it. Luckily, I’m in the same, clueless position as a substantial portion of other voters, and funnily enough, most of us will probably end up voting.

I’m voting remain for the time being, because I like the idea of working together, I like the idea of being European, and being closer to our European neighbours, both politically and socially. However, that’s the limit of my knowledge, and that’s not even Brexit-specific knowledge, I’ve essentially just described a couple of my own internal emotional principles, which I’m letting dictate my entire opinion on deciding whether we should stay in a 28-member strong economic-political union. Doesn’t look great on paper, but I know for a fact, that I’m not alone.

Should I be voting? Is it responsible for me or for anyone else who doesn’t really know what their voting for, to be voting? This is on people’s minds, and I’ve beared witness to quite a few social situations where these questions have formed the basis for some very judgemental, yet very British social interactions;

Keen political voter: so essentially for me, allowing Britain to negotiate its own trade deals and escape from over-regulation, which has already cost us £125 million, is why I’m voting leave, among other reasons. So, what about you? 

Not so keen political voter: Oh you know, I’m voting in.

Keen political voter: And why’s that?

Not so keen political voter: Well, I mean, people can move around, which is cool, and I had some mates at uni who were from other places in Europe, and I’m pretty sure it was easier for them to pop over to England because of the EU… I think. But yeah, just seems like a good idea doesn’t it, power in numbers and all that.

Keen political voter: Yes that’s, well, that’s your opinion. Of course, in reality, it’s far more complex and there’s a multitude of variables to consider, but never mind. But sorry, what exactly do you mean when you say the EU made it easier for your ‘uni mates’ to ‘pop over’?”

It’s everywhere- the informed voter, striking up a conversation with the uninformed voter, who has the opposite opinion. The social situation, for everyone else involved, becomes immediately tense. The friends of the uninformed voter know exactly what’s going to happen, as they know their uninformed friend is always extremely uninformed. Friends of the informed voter are equally terrified; some start to look around for some slightly more light hearted conversations nearby, as they know their friend is always annoyingly and abrasively informed. The conversation starts, and ends, fairly quickly, mainly due to the uninformed voter’s lack of knowledge on the subject. After the uninformed voter has attempted to make his ‘point,’ the informed voter will usually make a face- sometimes a slight grimace, sometimes a subtle arrogant smirk- but will not explicitly express his contempt and pity for the uninformed voter, as this is a British interaction. However, all parties in this situation are fully aware that the informed voter is currently thinking- “you shouldn’t be allowed to vote”. People then slink off, someone changes the subject, and the tension starts to subside.

Well, Mr/Ms informed voter- I’m voting. Don’t worry, I’ll Google it before-hand, I’m sure there’s something on the internet which lists the pros and cons, it won’t take long to skim through. I also registered to vote the other day, which shows I’m pretty serious about the whole thing. And anyway, I like Spain, Italy’s nice, and Croatia has some really fun festivals, so I’m saying stay, because I’m pretty sure staying means that we can be better friends with them all. Oh, and loads of the member states have some really nice weather too, so, that’s cool as well. Actually, now I’ve put some thought into it, I think I’m pretty much ready to vote. Tell you what; it feels really good being informed.

Written by Tom Barker