I am still busting my ar$e so often to find work. However, I have a Skype friend from Canada who’s in her Fifties that said she had her first apartment whenever she was 16 and had to learn to fend for herself. Suddenly, I felt a sense of shame.
A lifetime of being stuck at home, because I grew up in a Farming environment and was simply expected to carry on that role, had left me unresourceful and spoiled. It wasn’t until my mum was no longer able to drive, due to both Motor Neurone Disease and Parkinson’s, that I took driving lessons. At first, I was hopeless. I lacked basic ‘Man Skills’ because my mum had to do everything. Plus, my grandfather was fearful of mistakes being made. I grew up with a head full of knowledge and a life full of excuses.
In a few weeks time, a friend of mine from school is gonna paint my walls and ceilings. Again, mummy had to do everything at home. Fear leads to paralysis.
I’m in one of those reflective moods. But wishing things were different won’t solve everything.
Today (Sunday) I went for a wee spin and ended up heading back to Magherafelt and buying lavender oil at Holland and Barrett. There was a Free Presbyterian Preacher there outside. Ultimately, as a Non-Denominational Christian, I believe that Churches spend too long trying to ‘win back’ the non-believers (fruitless exercise) rather than focus on those who DO believe. (Pope Francis is a prime example of this)
This evening I dosed off until an hour and a half ago. Perhaps God wants me to check out Game 2 of the NBA finals during the Witching Hours. 🙂 Hopefully the Warriors can get the better of Lebron and co again. 🙂
I have also written a letter to BBC Northern Ireland in the hope that one day I will feature on ‘Nolan Live’ describing how difficult it is for young men in my area to find meaningful work after graduation; in this country those young men with degrees struggle to find work whilst those who left school at 16 learned trades and are making a mint.
Saturday was all about the fortieth anniversary of the infamous Punk gig in Manchester which revolutionised Music at the time.