The Humblebrag

Sweet merciful mother of Jaysus. There is an abundance of things that are infuriating about the society we live in. On top of actual real issues, people still find the time to go out of their way to be hyper-sensitive, entitled, over-achieving, pathetically-ready-to-be offended, infants. I’m not getting into it now, I could he here… Continue reading The Humblebrag

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The Right Path is Covered in Snakes

I’ve been reading a lot lately about the nature of chaos and order, right and wrong. This started with reading Jordan Peterson’s book ’12 Rules For Life’, but it quickly led me down an ethical, and existential rabbit hole. I’ve convinced myself for a while now that morality is relative. In some aspects it is,… Continue reading The Right Path is Covered in Snakes

Are You Stressed?

Your jaw is clenched. Your teeth are firmly together, not really hurting but there’s pressure there. Your shoulders are coming up towards your ears, rather than staying at home. After a while you get quite hot, and everything becomes quite irritating, as you become increasingly irritable. There are just a few of the physiological and… Continue reading Are You Stressed?

The Victim-hood Complex

There’s a victim-hood complex issue. There is. There’s a very large group of the population that have been socially conditioned to be offended. A lot of this group aren’t awake enough to even perceive that this has happened, but that’s a different rant for a different time. Now, the victim-hood complex (Or as it’s known… Continue reading The Victim-hood Complex

Irish Begrudgery

Begrudgery is something that comes naturally to us Irish people. For some reason we find it incredibly difficult to be happy for anyone else’s success. We’re known as the ‘generous’ nationality, but when it comes to being happy for anyone else, we’re the very opposite of generous. I’m not entirely sure what it is. You’d… Continue reading Irish Begrudgery

The Price of Ambition

Every single time I do something, or accomplish something, or do anything noteworthy, I never really get a sense of accomplishment. I don’t really ever get that feeling of joy that I see other people get. I do sometimes, and it’s not that I’m not happy with whatever the newest accomplishment is. It’s more to… Continue reading The Price of Ambition

Excerpt: The Sham With The Naggin Tattoo

Business. Confidence. Haircut. Questionable Income Tax Payment. These were just a few of the phrases that would pop into your head whenever you saw Peter Brooks. He was the Irish embodiment of Wall Street, sort of. He worked for a small law-firm. He drank whiskey; neat. he par-took in all the activities that you’d expect… Continue reading Excerpt: The Sham With The Naggin Tattoo

Through The Ringer

2018 so far has been a mixed bag for me personally. It’s had its ups and downs. In brief, I got injured twice, my hard drive corrupted, I had to get eye surgery. There were plenty of set-backs. At the beginning of the year, my mental health took a hit. I was lonely, and in… Continue reading Through The Ringer

I Meet People Everyday

I meet people everyday. I meet people, some I know, some I don’t. I meet people who fake it. I meet people who pretend to be someone they’re not. I meet a lot of happy people but I also meet people in the struggle, who aren’t sure where happiness is. I see people and I… Continue reading I Meet People Everyday

I Don’t Care if You’re Offended

I’m sick to death of how snowflake-y, and offended the entire world is. I’m sick of it. What’s the story with everyone getting angry at everyone else for having different opinions? If you’re a vegan, you’re an elitist cuck. If you eat meat you’re a murderer. If you’re gay there’s ‘something wrong with you’. If… Continue reading I Don’t Care if You’re Offended

I’m from Cork, boy

A handsome, well-dressed man enters a room. His demeanour suggests confidence, and it radiates off of him. Without saying a single word, he has somehow captivated the entire room. His chin is chiselled, his hair thick and flowing. The swagger of his walk is equal parts relaxed and urgent. He is both everything and nothing.… Continue reading I’m from Cork, boy