Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Naas Mayor Refuses to Deal with 'Black Africans'

http://www.rte.ie/news/2011/1122/scullyd.html#article

This is disgusting and downright dangerous. If our leaders are allowed to be racist then it becomes okay for everyone else. I hope this blows up into a shitstorm. I'm so ashamed to have to share oxygen with people like this. Part of me is wishing this will become an international scandal because it is a huge deal and he shouldn't be let away with it, another part of me fears that if this happens, all Irish people will be branded as stupid and backward as this gentleman.

This man's job is to represent and protect a large community. It does not say in the job description that he is the representative of some of the people of Naas. He does not get to pick and choose who he represents within Naas. Isn't the mayor supposed to be on your side? That may be a naive notion but at least most mayors aren't so in your face about it.

If he's experiencing aggression, that's fine, don't deal with people who are aggressive to you. I'm sure plenty of white Irish are aggressive to him but he's not coming out and saying he won't deal with white Irish people. You can't just come out and say a whole description of person is aggressive and you won't deal with any of them. I could say that I have seen Irish people who are stupid racists but I don't go and decide that they all are (no matter how tempted I may be at this present moment, we do not think like this man).

Is this legal? Labour TD Aodhán Ó Ríordáin (http://twitter.com/#!/AodhanORiordain) tweeted that he is reporting Darren Scully to An Garda Síochána (the Irish police) for incite to hatred.

Twitter is hopping about this and I hope it gets picked up on an international forum.

The most typical part of it all is that he's surprised he's being called racist.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Tiny Bedroom Storage Solutions?

Please help me. My bedroom is a box room. It's tiny and I can't fit half my things in it. I have no idea what to do.

My wardrobe is packed to capacity and is only holding half my clothes. The top shelf is a mess filled with clothes that don't fit and badly-organised things I hardly use, like snorkelling gear haha.

I have a drawer full of a stuff under my bed that I never use and yet have been unable to throw out. I think I need to shut my eyes and bin it all without looking so I can use the space for things I actually need, but I just know that if I look in it I'll be like "OMG I need this." And promptly put it back and never use it again. I think I get scared at the prospect of throwing stuff out because I never really had loads of things.

Also, my mother, who I love dearly, doesn't help! She's all "You need to declutter" and that but when I try to throw anything out she intercepts me, starts going through the stuff and asks questions like "Why are you throwing out this old scrap of dirty fabric (or whatever), are you sure you won't need it?" At which point I burst into tears and declare that I can't bear to part with it and that I know the minute I throw it out I'll realise that I urgently need it.

My bedside locker is also filled with belts and shit that I NEVER USE and yet also cannot bear to get rid of. The result is that the stuff I do use which came out of my old house where my room was bigger is in boxes and I can never find or use any of it because my useless shit takes pride of place! All my art supplies, my make up and jewellery, my clothes, bags, accessories like hats and scarves and shoes as well as my books and CDs are all packed up in boxes in the spare room. They make me sad just to look at them. The thought of unpacking them is extremely sad and overwhelming, like accepting my fate, but I still wish to do so and I have nowhere to unpack them to! I feel homeless. I have shelter and at home I even have family to love me but no real place to keep my things. I know, it's a first world problem and there are people on the streets much worse off than I. Knowing this doesn't stop it bothering me though. I'd like to unpack, make a home for myself and carry on with my life but my own clutter is holding me back.

Maybe this is just a physical manifestation of what I'm doing mentally. Clearing out the old, painful though that is, and replacing it with the new, shiny, positive, useful thoughts which make me happy, which don't bog me down or hold me back! I need to tackle it, and I'd love to do it tomorrow (because it's 3am now) but I have so much project work to do for college, PLUS I need to find a job, PLUS I'm going out for dinner and dancing (haha we are an old couple) with Sophie. Well don't get me wrong, I want to go out with Sophie, it's just an example of not having enough time! And on Sunday I'm heading back to Dublin so I won't get time! Aaaaagh!

On one hand I want my life to slow down so I can catch my breath since I'm always so busy, on the other hand, the thought of having nothing to do at the moment absolutely terrifies me! Well, okay actually, I've thought about it, and it doesn't terrify me any more. It scares me a bit. But I have found things to occupy my time like meditating, singing, dancing, going to town, reading... and painting if I can ever dig my art things out again :(

Friday, November 4, 2011

The One That Got Away

When I first heard this song, I really liked it, and I thanked my lucky stars that I would never be singing it about you. It's like the world has turned upside down - what were once my nightmares are now reality, and what was once my reality is now my dreams.

Summer after high school, when we first met
We'd make out in your Mustang to Radiohead
And on my 18th birthday, we got matching tattoos
Used to steal your parents' liquor and climb to the roof
Talk about our future, like we had a clue
Never planned that one day I'd be losing you

And in another life, I would be your girl

We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world
And in another life, I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away

I was dreaming you were my Johnny Cash

Never one without the other, we made a pact
Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on
Someone said you had your tattoo removed
Saw you downtown singing the blues
Its time to face the music, I'm no longer your muse

And in another life, I would be your girl

We'd keep all our promises, be us against the world
And in another life, I would make you stay
So I don't have to say you were the one that got away
The one that got away.