Thank god for sunshine…
I have to say thank the lord for the sunshine. With more mood swings then a menopausal woman off her hormones whilst being denied chocolate I would be climbing walls were it not for my serotonin going through the roof. Making me look like a complete loon as well. If you pass someone who is smiling away to themselves, do you automatically think they are a homocidial maniac? Because that’s what sometimes crosses my mind. There has to be something up with smiling and talking to yourself. However now I’ve been doing it and I can’t really say I’m anything near being a homocidal maniac. Well yesterday for a small bit perhaps.
I decided with last week being a write off, from going drinking with the kid to hangover city, there was little or no training done. Actually, why lie. There was zero training done so I was feeling like a heffalump. Add some PMT into the mix and I could go postal at any stage. So with that in mind I decided that the weather was fine enough to warrent walking home so I did. Walk home. As I have gotten into a routine of walking home now, there are certain people
you will pass at certain areas who you start to recognise. Well if you are observent. I am. There is this one woman who has some sort of disability, not sure what it is and its only once a month when those emotions are so far gone that I pass any heed on her. I mean she’s fine, she walks the route I walk but has a bit of a limp. In my present condition of the mood swings I suddenly turn into her over-seer. I think to myself how many obstacles she has had to overcome just to face the world. You’d swear I was talking about the bloody elephant man instead of a woman with a slight limp. I began to see movie montages of her competing in the Olypmics and her family, oh yes, I know them very well at this rate, are cheering her on in slow motion as she heads to the finish line to the music of chariots of fire. I won’t comment on the blind person with the guide dog I passed on Talbot Street. We’d be here all day.
With that in mind I had no intentions of going training where chances are I would be left partnerless and as a result stand in the middle of the dojo bawling my eyes out. With gloves on. Its okay when you’re 5 and someone has just hit you. But 35? Not a chance. I argued
with myself and threw out the heffalump comment and barreled off to class. On my way I go through Smithfield Square and Fresh. There was a very obvious ‘brother’ standing outside talking to his friend. The amount of ‘brothers’ and ’sisters’ around as cause of Dublin
Pride is great. So far so good. Until he opened his mouth that is. He was talking how the area was nice and all and its growing etc but apart from ‘that area’ and he pointed towards the Dublin houses that are across the square. I’m not quite sure what was wrong with
‘that area’ apart from the fact that there are Dublin people living in them. These are the people who lived their all their lives and who have every right to continue to live there without some sort of safari tour being offered whereby barbed wire is put up to allow us to watch
the natives in their natural habitat. * rolls eyes *.
Whilst I am in full rant mode, can I ask what everyone has against travellers? Please, can someone tell me cause I am dying to know what such a small population of people has done to everyone? I posted a while ago about the brother being anti-travellers which is one thing and I’ll leave that there. But the other evening I was out with the work-mates, all well educated people you would like to think. It was a leaving do for a colleague and said colleague seemed a nice guy. Until someone mentioned travellers, don’t know how it came up. But he landed a lovely “God I hate pikeys” and so on until eventually I tried explaining that the term pikey is derogatary term and travellers is a better phrase. More jokes etc until eventually someone asked did I have any friends who were travellers. I think since I gave them a roasting the last time over transgender comments they assumed I associate every minority group in the place. I had 2 choices. Say no but that’s not the point or yes. I said yes. It should them up. Why that made a difference I have no idea. Another thing that irks me is the whole you live in the city, wait until they move next door to you and then see what you say, you don’t know what ‘they are like’ and so on and so forth. Bshit. There is no defence for being anti-traveller. They are just like us. There are some good ones and some bad ones. Try explaining that the next time someone slags travellers.
