As I walk down the sub lanes ways of O Connell street I am usually met with smiling faces...cute babies toddling after their parents with an amusing grimace, or some confident protective teenage boy-man with a protruding chest who gives me a half smile. Other times, something quite irritating and frankly, quite draining occurs. Sometimes, I am met with hostility...and when I say hostility I mean postures stiffen, faces turn sour, and paces quicken. For years I've been encountering these alien and belligerent reactions and have wondered...why the rudeness? Can they not tell that I have my own problems? Maybe I am acting a certain way because something is on my mind that has absolutely nothing to do with some random walking down gardiner street? Can they not see that I am the victim of manipulation? My mind would turn in to a swirling vortex of stress and confusion as I'd lay on my bed at home mulling about all the people that mis read me that day. And lets face it, when a North sider takes a dislike to you...you're pretty much fucked. It's been about four years since being a 'towny' has become a cause of distress more than anything else, for me. For some reason, about four years ago, the people of town have demonstrated quite a lot of hostility and animosity towards me. It has ranged greatly between women stiffening up, to getting racial abuse chucked at me by dictionary definition fascists as I walked from A to B.
My mind has been boggled trying to find a reason. For years. Since I have no control over how I look to others 24 hours of the day...I have decided that it is entirely their problem. You see there is a major problem emerging in this digitally controlled world, and it is called NL syndrome...otherwise known as 'No Life syndrome'. I have to say that I suffer from it badly...that is probably why I look in to these grimaces and take them so personally. Is it a mere coincidence that I started taking things personally around the same time the internet took over my life? I don't think so! There is something very destructive about sitting at home all day, trying to figure out the best way to eat, sleep, brush your teeth, or heck...even eat a can of tuna. I have no doubt that wasting all her precious time bleaching her hair, getting micro dermal facials three times a week, and obsessing over the silicone in her boobs has turned Jessica Simpson in to a bit of a dumb ass, She probably began seeing connections between the silicone in her boobs and the silicone in her food after a while...and ever since ate food with caution and a slight ailing feeling. The whole time in awe and disgust at the fact that what she was eating was made out of the same stuff as her boobs...gross. Then you have people like Peter Filak who have decided that drinking water is like, so over rated. Apparently there is some link between your productivity, and not drinking water. It mostly has to do with the fact that drinking water makes you piss, and pissing is such a bleeding waste of time! Fuck that shit!
I shouldn't have to point this out, but we are a sociable animal. We need the company and respect of others to feel valid and comforted. Basically we need love. And its pretty damn difficult to get that from a digital metal lump that sits ominously in the corner gathering the opinions of all the biggest loners on earth like a great big computerized tart. If Celine Dion were unemployed and had no life, and had nothing to occupy her mind, perhaps she would drive herself to insanity if she became aware of the fact that a necrophiliac murderer from Canada listens to her songs on replay to soothe him in his jail cell (or so he claims). Truth is, we draw connections between ourselves and anything at arms reach from us. So, if the closest thing at arms reach is the computer or a window (to essentially stalk people from) you could run in to some psychological dilemmas. I mean did you know, or rather do you care that Taylor Swift is being sued for stealing lyrics from some unknown called Jesse Graham for her 2015 smash 'shake it off' *peuch mind blown*... Taylor ye little rowdy troublemaker ye! Okay that's a bit of a let down...but if it's so much of a let down that it alters your entire self image...because Tay feels like some kind of personification of 'perfect' to you...it's time to look deep, gurl. Songs, music videos, movies, soaps, books, and heck even people watching are all nothing more than distractions...and should be treated as such. They are distractions from what really matters...love. I don't know about you, but Partition by Beyonce doesn't really speak to me in any tangible way...and yet I watch it on replay, presumably hoping that some day it will speak directly to me. Although, going by my instincts it is aimed at nothing more than a pimp? This is a classic example of an entertaining distraction...what the hell does partition even mean? And sorry but what the actual FUCK is this? I'm not gonna lie..but my lack of human distractions was so dire at one point that I began watching Glozel... that was a desperate time of my life....needless to say, I've never been more unemployed. I mean lets call a spade a spade...this very article is terribly written and will probably be forgotten by 90% of those who read it. I'm hoping that at least one of those ten percents is one of those overly sensitive loners who make me feel like shit on Grafton street. This is to you: GET A LIFE. Join a club. Visit friends. Think about someone you know. But stop assuming that I have some kind of vendetta against you! Yeah thanks!
I mean just look at how ridiculous you all look when you are slumped staring in to a tiny screen 24/7
This very blog is called 'I think a lot' which just proves that I need to do something with this over analysis. Now excuse me while I watch sorry ... for the 10,000th time.
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