Oh, how we all laughed at the prospect of Trump becoming President! “Ha ha ha, yes, Brexit told us to never trust the liberal lefties on our Twitter timelines”, but a meme? As PRESIDENT? An actual orange-faced, pussy-grabbin’, Muslim hatin’, wall-building MEME of a white man?! Oh my poor lord. I had this ridiculous feeling last night listening to Darkness on the Edge of Town as a kind of midnight prayer that the Democrats would pull through, because what Bruce says, surely must go right? Alas, we’re all left a bit dumbfounded about the result and the ten steps backward for the Western world with the appointment of such a gross old man.
Anyway, I’ve been writing a lot about different things recently and been feeling generally good about life as a 20-year-old (excepting the above and the fact that All of My Money Is Going at an Alarming Rate). But that’s life, right. I’ve had a really good couple of weeks. I decided, after a wonky mental health tremble, to be kinder to myself as long as I am essentially being a good person with good intentions. I decided to accept all the *arguable* traits about myself and my actions and instead carry them out with a seething conviction, i.e ‘Yes, I probably will sleep with this dude on the first date (this is hypothetical, obviously) but that doesn’t make me a bad person’. And yes, quite often my choices feel more like mistakes, but whatever. All of this stemmed from listening to Diamond Heart on LG’s latest album Joanne and thinking – hey, maybe I’ll get the words ‘diamond heart’ written inside a cute cartoon heart for my next tattoo! – but even I, queen of pointless tattoos, wouldn’t quite be able to pull that off.
I am so happy when I’m writing and luckily that is what I’m doing with my life every day. I felt immensely happier with myself the other day when I said to myself the only thing I have to concentrate on is: Trying to get peak-level excited about seemingly small things (when you’re in a slump, everything’s a total bore), listening to other people and what they have to say (if they’re worth my two cents, obviously), and reading lots of books (self-explanatory). I was feeling quite pressured by a mounting workload that had started to dig into my own sanity and happiness, and one night I was just like: Keep the faith, listen to others, read widely.
If you feel like parting with more your time to read my idiotic writing, I went to see The Low Anthem at Omeara last night (I gave it five stars – it was stupendous), Vagabonds: My Phil Lynott Odyssey at the Tara Theatre last week and Dare Devil Rides to Jarama at the Bussey Building a few weeks ago.
A-thank you, and until next time,
Ah love it tara, felt the same recently re. mental health wonkiness but its so easy to pump yourself back to life when you’re generally just being a good allround person and trying yer very best yano.
Ps. I get an email everytime you post! ITS 2016!!