I pulled into the petrol station circa 9am. There was a female junkie, quite animated, knocking on car windows. She went to knock on my window, ” watch the car” I said, getting out of the car She launched into a cock and bull story ” will you use my phone to call this…’. “Too complicated, no time” I said walking into the petrol station. I came back out and she started again ” I need 5.80 to get to Kildare, gimme 5.80″ she said. ” No time, maybe go in and ask the Indians in the petrol station” I said whilst pulling […]
I’m at the stage where whatever it took to last as long as I have has been used up…
I was on the road early. I don’t relish the idea of chasing weed too close to Paddy’s day. Christmas, Easter, bank holidays etc, it is always better to procure your pot early. Nothing puts a dampener in my day like inferior quality weed, the last bit I had was just not quite right, this can happen, it’s rare but happens, I gave him the benefit of the doubt, he’s got a lot on his plate right now, I had voiced my dissatisfaction with the weed and insisted on the best of the best next time. When it comes to illicit substances don’t think about […]
Compare oneself to others because when I was in school there were guys 6 foot tall at the age of 13. I was 18 before I got to 6ft. There were guys going around with stubble at 14. I was 20 before I started shaving. There were guys with girlfriends and I’m assuming active at 15. I was 24 before I got a girlfriend and 28 before I was active with women plural. One should never compare oneself….
I was in a dreamy type of mood. It was that type of atmosphere. I am by nature dreamy, which is a grave fault, a grave flaw indeed, but one has to accept the reality of one’s nature. I tend to have one foot in reality and the other in dreamy thoughts, even when faced with the most dire of situations. I had enjoyed a very nice joint and was reclining on the sofa, I don’t want to do anything except indulge in pleasure, and Cannabis for me is the height of pleasure. I had spent the morning attending to domestic duties, it’s not my […]
Like I said I just couldn’t take criticism. I was that fucking deluded I thought there was nothing to criticise in the first place. The female therapist was correct when she said ” you’re hard work, here I am taking the wall down brick by brick and you put it right back up again, you have sexual phobia’s, there’s no emotion in you, you speak in very abstract terms with very flowery language, you’re very dismissive, you dismiss things outright”. She was spot on. Friends all said the same. I thought the world was wrong all along and I was right all along, it doesn’t […]
Is criticism. It wasn’t that I didn’t like criticism it was more that I couldn’t take criticism. Other ppl will let you know exactly who you are via feedback. The most valuable thing in the world is not gold stashed in a tax-free vault in Switzerland, the most valuable thing in the world is feedback. In my own case it took many years to get good at interacting with others then a few years ago I isolated myself from others and was watching world cinema -Bergman,Bunuel,Fellini, Kurosawa, all that bollocks, excessively, and thinking this would not be a problem. One day I was interacting with […]
Some years ago I was in South America, I was not getting on with the party I was with, that’s no reflection on her and no reflection on me either. I had been experimenting with ‘Paid ladies’, I didn’t think she would find out, it’s hard to say how she found out but in the end she found out. She waited until it was late one night and moved against me ” get the fuck out of this apartment you fucking ****, I know what you did, you’re obsessed with your dick, you make me sick, get out of my sight” she said. You might […]
When I was 13 I was sleeping over one night at a friend of a friend’s house. I took one look at the mother and fancied her. She was of a slim figure, good genetics, hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing stilettos, the stilettos would feature prominently later on. The friend of a friend had a brother who was a bit older than us about 17. The hot mother came into were we were and said “Don’t make too much noise, don’t wake up the baby, if you wake up the baby….” This was a threat, I knew from my own mother who […]
‘ Have you got a light?” is the title of this post. The layout has changed and I can’t write in the title box.rant over.
I was at a wedding. I don’t drink but considering the day that was in it, I decided to drink. I got a pint of Coors light at the bar. It’s a pretty good beer Coors slight, a cool crisp taste and keeps it head until you reach the bottom of the glass. My mentality was now that I had one pint I might as well have a second, now that I had a second I might as well have a […]
is any time someone put their hand out socially. I couldn’t talk to ppl until I was 28 and when in school I was as quiet as a mouse particularly secondary school. That could have been paranoia about stuttering. I stuttered until the age of 15, stuttering is a **** of a condition and any stutterer would have my deepest empathy. As a stutterer I thought the world revolved around my stuttering, it was only when I came to the greatest realisation in life -‘nobody cares’ that my speech became fluent. I found it hard to make friends in school but eventually made friends then […]
A plane crash tragic as it is seldom gets my attention but there was something about Air France flight 447 that got my attention. The transcript of the accident recovered from the black box and the cold critical analysis of aviation experts paralleled my own battle with Suicidality. Due to icy weather conditions the autopilot was turned off and the most inexperienced pilot was in control of the plane and flew the plane upwards until it started to stall and lose momentum and then crash into the deep murky waters of the Atlantic ocean at 3am. An aviation expert made a very good point that […]
“Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown” wrote Shakespeare. Equally uneasy lies the head of he who has not paid a motorway toll. It had been on my mind for some time all thanks to a fucking horror story that did the rounds in May, the story went a guy received a 50 grand fine over an unpaid toll that had been accumulating for some time. My understanding was the toll has to be paid by 8pm the following evening and if not the toll doubles every day thereafter. The government acting in concert with the private company that runs the toll would be […]
As mentally ill. Similar to the way an alcoholic won’t or can’t admit he is an alcoholic and if pulled up about about it reacts with hostility ” what the fuck are you talking about, Im not an alcoholic, I can stop any time I want”. That type of attitude. Suicidal depression and the delusions that accompany it are a form of mental illness, particularlty the delusions. The fucking delusions I was under when I was younger. I was in therapy when I was 22 and one day the following conversation took place ” Perhaps your seeing someone?” Said the female therapist. ” No, I […]
My fucking thinking as of late has become unsound. There are stages to suicidal ideation and when you hit the critical stage you can feel it. You know you’re going to lose the battle, you’re gonna do something, you can’t think straight. In the aftermath of a suicide an inquest is held and the conclusion of these inquests is always the same namely the suicide took his or her life when their judgment had become impaired. You don’t know what you will do until you get desperate enough. I tried discussing my frame of mind with friends and got no relief. In reality nobody has […]
A good joint, good food, and a good movie staves off suicidal thoughts for me, albeit temporarily. I returned home with a beef curry with onion, fried rice and chips. I had the plate, water, movie, ready to go. I had 2 joints already rolled and awaiting attention. I had already showered and shaved. I put the chips on the plate first, fried rice on top of chips, beef on top of that and curry sauce last. I sat down and started ‘Carlitos way’. Suicide was off my mind but not gone from my mind. Once Suicidal thoughts get a foothold its a permanent condition […]
Was by leaving the soccer team aged 13. This error would have far- reaching consequences on my social development. I put myself back ten years in one fell swoop. I had listened to educational propagandists waxing lyrical about the merits of education and I bought that lie, withdrew from the soccer team to study and put myself firmly on the suicidal path.
One day not long after I left the team I bumped into Noddy and little Scooby, both players on the team, who were talking to these two girls with some degree of confidence. ” I see you left the football team” they said. ” […]
Was by living in a world of imagination. I remember well what a teacher wrote on a term report card when I was in third class – ” Being a dreamy boy” was the line in question. The translation of this line would be ” he lives in the imaginary world and not the real one”. A problem, any problem has to be caught early, if not caught early just like cancer it gets out of control and you die. This fucking propensity I had for imagination led to the inevitable namely hardcore suicidality. I recall an interview with Fellini about the time he took […]
I was getting a breakfast roll. There was a girl txting on her phone, eyes down. I just started talking, one can’t stand on ceremony in this world, ” A breakfast roll with bacon,sausage, egg, butter and ketchup ” I said. She looked up from her phone ” what?” She said whilst blowing out bubblegum with a resounding pop. ” you heard” I said. “A breakfast roll with bacon,sausauge, egg and butter” she said bitchily. “and ketchup, the attitude on you,I’d say you give ur boyfriend a terrible time, don’t you, tell me the truth” I said. ” Actually I don’t have a boyfriend” she […]
Is the reality of the situation I find myself in. Self-inflicted of course, all week I have been sparking up joints at 11.55 am so it stands to reason I would develop a tolerance. Another joint following for the Euro 2024 Soccer championship at 2,5 and 8pm. Too much of a good thing always acquaints one with the law of diminishing returns.
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