I invariably order peasant food when I’m out. Steak & Kidney pies. Goulash. Hot Pots of all varieties. Perhaps it’s a throwback to the 1970’s. When we lived in rented accommodation, the trick was to treat each meal as if it were the last food you might see for weeks. Like a Boa Constructor, we attempted to devour the equivalent of a small deer at each sitting. Now that the danger of starvation has receded, I still lean towards comfort food.
Eating Prawns: I had a buddy who was also from a working class background and who wanted to climb the greasy management pole. So, when he was out at dinner with businesspeople, he would invariably choose ‘posh’ food. Prawns, capers, chickpeas. He’d order an Armadillo if it made him seem sophisticated. He has since become quite successful, but I think that’s more to do with his business nous rather than his penchant for exotic foods. He doesn’t need to pretend anymore.
Be Yourself: Some things you can change. Education, body mass, listening skills are all open to attack. Other issues are extremely difficult to change. Your accent, your family, your background. So, you need to differentiate between things you can work on and stuff which is best left alone. And, when you finally arrive at a place where you can declare: “I kinda like myself” you will be resident on a Happy Planet. Most people are so busy ‘becoming’ something, they forget that they are someone special, unique, talented – with a lot to offer that’s already in place. Of course, there are deficits – things that we’d like to tweak. For example, a couple of my sisters claim that ‘fat legs’ is a congenital deformity in the Mooney family. And you can never give up on the ‘continuous improvement’ cycle – provided that you enjoy the journey rather than fixate on some mythical end point when you will be ‘cured’ and all of life will be great thereafter.
There are a lot of people in Glasnevin Cemetery. It’s too late for them to change all those minor imperfections that niggled throughout their life. I just hope that they lived in the moment when they had the opportunity to do so and somehow found comfort in their own skin. Because, warts n’ all, you are already great.
Breaking News: My son Cillian came home last week and said: “Do you want to read this?” He’d arrived too early for a college class and, with nothing better to do, bought a newspaper and actually read it. I have since conducted an extensive investigation and can definitively state that this event actually happened. Flabbergasted, I asked him: “How am I going to exploit your bad behaviour if you move from the Dark Side and start doing normal stuff? Nobody wants to read about ‘good kids’. You’re interfering with my growth plan i.e. exploiting my family for marketing”. He smiled and told me to “grow up”! Are we entering the final furlong? Could the longest teenage tunnel in history actually be coming to an end? It’s probably too early to celebrate – but its rekindled an emotion which I had completely lost sight of. Hope!
PS Lighter Moment: Just got back from my mate’s funeral. He died after being hit on the head with a tennis ball. It was a lovely Service.
Funny Picture of the Week: Why some women remain single! I have a couple of female friends who, from time to time, bemoan the fact that they are single. In an effort to provide some comfort and general guidance, I want to remind them (and all single women out there) that there are worse things in life than flying solo. This is a pictorial ‘theme’ which we will run over the next couple of weeks. Enjoy!
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