This blog is starting to feel like an answering machine. I
just don’t know what to say anymore.
I’ve lapsed (Blogfather forgive me) in my reading of other blogs, because life has taken over a bit since moving to this house. There’s so much to do! Granted the marriage bit and the honeymoon stuff (which I’ll spare you of any blow-by-blow accounts as much as I want describe it, it won’t come to words) which took up a lot of my time of late… now is the time that I should be getting back to the flow of blogging.
The quality of this girl’s writing has deteriorated because now seems to be the time of experience and learning and it feels like there’s no room for anything else. I wonder should I give up this poor blog and let her sleep? The pool of inspiration’s been dry for so damn long now, I wonder if the gloss has worn off. What the fuck is wrong with me? Is now the time to practice guitar finger-styling or to appreciate the sunny disposition of my neighbour before she moves away?
It’s just another day. Everybody else lives the same day, but in their own way. What’s so different about me? Nothing, that’s what.
So many blogs complain. So many plead for redemption for themselves or for the government, but we have nothing to honour. We Irish are all alone, we have ourselves to love, that’s it, but that’s not enough. We think we’re bigger and older than everyone else, but it really doesn’t matter. Since I came home from Thailand I’ve noticed a few things… namely that Ireland is an incredibly clean country, but also that we have nothing to live for but money, and now that’s shot.
Thai people have statues everywhere dedicated to Buddha. They serve their statues breakfast, lunch and dinner. They serve shots and Tequila Sunrises and glasses of water to these icons and place statues of their beloved King (the longest serving King in the world!) on the dashboard of their taxis and places of payment. Relics are found on every corner of every Godforsaken shithole and they are worshipped beyond belief.
I want that.
But who should we worship?
I suppose there’s always God (who no-one laughs at when…);