It's only words...

The words above of Mr.Rob Ryan. I love his work. He says some really interesting things and his work is very beautiful and sweet and very much absorbed in elements of human emotion and experience. I think he and I share the same sort of mind.
 I don't feel empty inside thankfully. In fact I'm very full up of lots of things. I love writing though. I can't survive properly without putting my thoughts into words. It's not necessarily a therapeutic thing where I feel I'll go a bit crazy if I don't tell people how I feel and release everything that's wildly going on in my mind. It's more that if I have something to say then I don't see the point in not saying it. I could write it all in a private diary if it was for therapy but what I write is to be shared. Now, whether people actually read what I have to say doesn't really matter. The fact is, I've written it and shared it and that's enough for me. If they do read it and think I'm a bit of a fairy, that's fine. One is what one is. And the way I see it, if they loved me in the first place then they'll still love me and if they didn't then it doesn't really matter!
On the topic of me being a fairy- sometimes I toy with the fact that I may not be a human but in fact a changeling. You know one of those creatures that the fairies put into the cot when they steal the human baby. I've been raised a human but I think I have a lot of fairy qualities too. On the other hand, I don't have wings and can only occasionally make magic happen.
Moral of the story: I love words; and though they often stand alone as being beautiful, when strung together, they can become something magic.*Tweet

Just between you and me....

Mostly my problem at this current time is that I can’t concentrate. I’m meant to be doing an assignment. I’m supposed to be researching and writing and concluding about Research Proposals and Philosophies and Methods and I just can’t. I locked myself into my house alone all weekend and got a phenomenal amount of work done for college. I barely heard the sound of my own voice and I ate a lot but I got the work done. Now my momentum has vanished. I’m bored with hypothetical and explanatory writing and instead my mind keeps wandering to thoughts of the real world.

It’s funny. My Mum is the type of person that people come up to in shops or on the street to offload their problems. It may be people she doesn’t know at all or people she barely knows but they seem to want to tell her their woes. Perhaps she has a kind demeanour and a trustworthy face and an aura that radiates her undying selflessness and these people can just sense that she will give them the time of day and genuinely care about what they tell her. I think in some ways I take after her a little bit. I could only strive to be half as great a person as my Mum and I’d be happy, but sometimes people tell me things too. I’m perceptive. I sense things in people and tend to see past the exterior that people like to show. Maybe it’s because I’m not a superficial person and it’s what’s really going on  inside that interests me and attracts me far more than any show people put on. Like my Mum, I’d also always be incredibly respectful though. People reveal what they want to reveal and it’s not my place to make judgements or tell anyone else. I do care however and maybe that comes through too.

At the moment, though I can’t concentrate, I’m fine in my world; but there are others who I know aren’t fine right now. I was involuntarily exposed to their hurting but I was simply an ear who was there at the time and I respect that role. I can’t offer hugs or smiles or even acknowledgement but I still care. And that’s the way it is in this world I suppose. We have to stick to our own present and what our own lives involve but thoughts and prayers for others never go amiss either. Unless you’re like my Mum or me on the odd occasion, we could look at strangers and even people we think we know and never realise what’s really going on.

Doing college assignments and going about our own business is all very well but it’s nice to spare a thought or two for others.  I think it’s good to put as much love out there as we possibly can and maybe sometimes it just keeps floating but maybe sometimes it touches people and helps just a little.*

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Get over yourself!

I just watched an interview with a super 20 year old guy who's going through testicular cancer. Together with his buddies they've already raised €10 000 for Movember. It's an amazing amount of money for a great cause but it's not really about the money. It's about awareness. The interviewer asked if the lads had ever chatted about checking themselves for lumps before their friend's situation and they all laughed. Obviously they hadn't because that would be just weird. And she said that women chat about checking their breasts all the time and that's the difference between boys and girls. I certainly believe that lads aren't great at going to the doctor and taking their health seriously but I think young women are similar in ways. No one wants to think there may be something wrong or go and have themselves intimately examined by a doctor or nurse but for girls, smear tests are vitally important though often avoided.
Sometimes it's not until it personally affects you that these things become important but I really think people should cop on. Get over embarrassment and be responsible for making sure you take the best care of your body as you can. You only get one.*Tweet