Unexpected Phonecalls

I’m sick of getting unexpected phone calls. Unexpected phone calls from family and close friends instigate panic every, single time. Alarm bells go off, and with good fucking reason. Unexpected phone calls imply bad news, mostly. This week was no different. Earlier this year I was sat in a lecture in UCD when my phone… Continue reading Unexpected Phonecalls

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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?

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

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

The Difference Between Self-Pity and Mental Illness

I’ve talked before about getting anxiety. I get anxious sometimes. I’m not saying I’ve an anxiety disorder, that’s different. I’m saying I get anxiety. I get a normal human emotion. So do you, no doubt. Sometimes it can be excessive and debilitating, but that doesn’t mean it’s a diagnosed disorder. I feel like people forget… Continue reading The Difference Between Self-Pity and Mental Illness

Being Insecure and Linguistic Relativity

I take it all in. I can’t help it. You probably can’t either. I absorb it all. I hear how people talk about me, be it good or bad. I pick up on how you feel towards me. I notice the small subtleties of how you treat everyone slightly differently based on your unique relationship… Continue reading Being Insecure and Linguistic Relativity

Poetry: ‘No Answers’

I don't post poems up here a lot, mainly because I think it's pretentious as f**k and absolute #Notions and all that. But this one is different. It kinda captures some of the atmosphere that comes with someone dying by suicide. At least it resonates with how it makes me feel anyway. I wrote this… Continue reading Poetry: ‘No Answers’

There’s a thousand ‘yous’ (There’s only one of me)

You have an idea of who you are. It’s the most intimate version of who you are, the most detailed one. It has all the micro-details, good and bad, that make up you. All the flaws that are hidden from everyone else. All the strange idiosyncrasies, all the glitches and gestures that make you, you.… Continue reading There’s a thousand ‘yous’ (There’s only one of me)