I miss Dublin

I have no clue what's going on with me this week/month. I think it could have something to do with the fact it's been over a year since I was last in Dublin, and I miss it terribly :( So this is a list more so than a blog. But the following are the things I miss most about Dublin (in no particular order):

• Hogans on Georges St
• The Foggy Dew
• Thing Mote
• RiRa
• Georges St Arcade
• Dun Laoghaire pier
• Howth
• Fagans
• Secret/No Name bar on Fade St
• Wagamamas
• Octagon Bar
• Grafton Street
• Marks & Sparks ready meals
• marks & Sparks orange chocolate mini rolls in a tub
• UGC cinema
• heading into Conways for a swifty after UGC
• Rody Bolands
• The Barge on a sunny evening
• Scruffy Murphys
• I miss Vitsy and Booby
• I miss the #10 bus (sometimes, I know, I know)
• I miss walking from Phibsboro into city
• The Grave Diggers on a sunny evening
• The DUUUBBLA accent
• the HEDDDILD
• Sleazy O'Connell Street

Ok I cannot go on, I could, but I won't. I lived for a total of 7 years in Dublin and I loved it. Well, most of the time. I am now living in NYC and while I DO LOVE it here, I am a tad homesick for Dublin, I'll admit it. Mulligans for a pint sounds excellent right now! Dammit.

Alive?

Ok so I have a crush, on this guy who I met on Saturday night at a going away shindig. I have watched "He's Just Not that Into You" and have become a cynical disciple of the message of the movie ever since. He friended ME on Sunday on Facebook, the day after we met and my heart leaped with joy and I floated on air and air-punched, squealed and smiled for about ten minutes until I thought about the movie.

Ok let me rewind............. I was a co-organizer of a party for a good friend who is leaving NYC. Booooo. No fairs. I am going to miss the hell out of her so I and one of her other friends decided to say goodbye in an appropriately drunken manner. I knew two of the people attending, everyone else, who knows? So I went and met a lot of really cool people, and he was one of those people. He's tall, floppy fair hair, and smiley as hell. Just all round cute. We didn't really talk too much, just general chit chat as a group about music etc etc etc but I noticed him!

Le sigh!

So I have a wee crush. Is this a bad thing? It has made me think a lot for starters. Not bad stuff, I have barely thought of my ex and barely think of him at all these days. Which is bueno as he sure as shit doesn't deserve any of my time. But I think I like this having a crush thing. I know nothing will ever come of it, and, he's younger than me, blah blah blah. BUT I do get to see him again this weekend...........le sigh!

Progress and setbacks

Valentines came and went. But not without tears for me. For the most part, I had a pretty non-descript day, made my way home from a weekend in Staten Island and all was going well until I hit Grand Central and I had sufficient time to start to think. And that was a bad thing. The tears didn't come until I was walking up my hill and a good friend was texting me, tellin me the bastard's not worth it. And I know this to be true, but, at the time, I couldn't help it. I became a self-deprecating singleton. One of millions who just wished the days end would come quickly. And it ended and I survived.

On and off Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday I thought about him, us, what went wrong, hindsights, I shudda's etc etc Not obsessively, but, it was there nonetheless, popping up now and then. But I had my trip to Texas on Thursday to look forward to! :)

I packed, left for the airport, got into Manhattan in good time, got on the bus, and that's where things went a little pear shaped. You see, I was flying from Newark in New Jersey. I have to travel through New Jersey to get to the airport. The very same route to get to his home place more or less. And the three times I have gone to the airport since we have split, I have spent the entire journey in tears, and Thursday was no different. I can't seem to help it. I am overcome with sadness and memories. I am not sure if I will ever overcome it? I am sure I will to an extent, but, overall, not just Jersey, but the relationship as a whole.

For the most part, I am fine. I go about my day to days, not thinking about it, him or anything in particular. But when I do, it can be kinda horrid. I beat myself up for not walking away sooner, for things I never said/did, I ignored so many red flags and at this point, it's more me than him I am angry with. No matter how I try, I am my own worst enemy and critic.

I get angry with myself for so many things, I can't keep up some days. The most prominent reason though is for letting people walk all over me, the way he did. I am becoming more assertive, and more ballsy and sepaking my mind, but if someone sent home a school report for me on this subject, it would definitely be marked "could do better". It is a slow, slow process but I am getting there. See what I did there? A little self-praise. :P I can;t help but think, all the times I reacted to my gut about him, and called him out on things, I let him talk me out of it, or worse again, the oldest trick in the book, let him make me think I was the problem and I was being paranoid. Ugh! Lessons learned.

I'm not over him. I am WAAAAY better than I was a few months ago, but, am not quite there yet. He was not "the one". I need to accept things and continue to move on. I have a lot of things to look forward to. I have a lot of friends coming out in the next few months, I have a possible career change coming up involving going back to school, I have a trip home to look forward to amongst other things! It's going to be a good year for me! I can feel it.

Though I may sound like a moaning minnie having written all of that about him, and how I am not over him, there is plenty of evidence pointing to me getting over him too. For the most part, I don't think about him, and honestly couldn't give two shits about him or where he is or what he's doing. He doesn't deserve my thoughts. And he knows it. Listening to him whinge about how he's not a bad person is cock. He used me and did so for his own selfish reasons and he knows it. These are not the actions of a good person. I am not going to get into all of that on here either. I am so much happier these days. (apart from mon-fri between the hours of 830 AM and 5PM hahaha)

I know that I am going to be in love again some day and it will be the best of my life. All my hurt and heart break will be forgotten and it will be for keeps. I am an amazing woman. I think my only faults are that I wear my heart on my sleeve a little too much, I can be a little too open about my life, feelings and opinions, I can be a walking contradiction by times as I can put up a barrier like none known before about my life, feelings and opinions also. I am a mean cook, I like to clean, I am thoughtful and considerate and loving to a fault. Interestingly I read an article about dating on Yahoo! recently about how women give themselves too much kudos and credit and need to stop holding out for the perfect guy. I think anyone who thinks he exists is in for a long, lonely wait.

I am not perfect, I don't aspire to be perfect, I am who I am. Most people think I am kick ass. I think so too for the most part, but, I have my days, everyone does. I think, putting this whole subject to bed, what I am trying to say is, while I may not be over the bollix, I have hope that I will someday love someone and allow them to love me. :) I have to have hope........

Now, having said all of that, my trip to Austin was amazing! Apart from the journey between Grand Central and Newark. Things I have learned about Tex Ass:

• the weather rocks!


• San Antonio, apart from the Alamo and about a block around it, is a kip


• The Alamo rocks


• The Capitol building in Austin rocks


• men will almost break their necks to go out of their way to open doors and be polite


• everyone is super friendly and chatty and smiley

it would be my third choice city to live in after NY that I have been to so far. Texas is also my 14th state to visit. Only 36 left and hopefully by years end that will be down to 34! I am hoping to get to New Mexico and Tennessee. Back to Texas. I was like a mini-celebrity down there as they rarely get Irish visitors and my accent enthralled them hahahaha. I had to repeat myself thousands of times on numerous occasions, but, it's all good!

I LOVE exporing the states. I love going somewhere new and soaking it all up. Nowhere compares to NY in my opinion. I love getting back to the hustle and bustle. But, this trip really spelled out how unmannerly and plain rude New Yorkers really are, I am very forgiving of that though hahahaha. The USA is so vast, varied I have so much to see and do without ever leaving the country. I DO have a passport and am willing to travel, funds do not allow, so for this year, I am sticking close to home.

I know, there's not been much shape to this blog, and it's a little all over the gaff, but, it's honest and I am shooting from the hip...............as always!

Profanity

I realized last night as I texted my angst to a couple of people and never got a response, I don't have anyone to bounce angst off anymore. When you are in a couple, you have someone to vent at and get sympathy. I think it's at the point where sympathy is in very short measure and all of my friends are in relationships or are just plain lazy with their phones. So I decided last night, I am going to do the majority of my venting on here :) YAAAAAY I hear you all say. (all two of you who ever bother to read this).

I had a bad evening yesterday. I was at boiling point at approx. 6.15 PM and could have been mistaken for a homeless or unstable person wandering around the subway station. First off, let me give you some background info. I am trying my best to budget and watch money. i am having EXPENSIVE dental work done and it's kinda killing me right now. Also MTA = Metropolitan Transportation Authority = fuckers who bring the city to its knees on a constant basis.

OK so I was feeling good yesterday evening as I had decided, along with the masses, I needed to get my keester back into the gym. Yep! (In fairness I had only lapsed for about 4 weeks, I am usually a regular) I got off the Metro North train at 125th st. Navigated my way through the rush hour crowd, street vendors, dealers, under cover and uniformed cops the one block to the subway station to get to the 96th st subway station. I had my metro card and a $20 in hand! I got to the station at 5.55pm, delighted that I would in all probability be at the gym for 615, ensuring I got a semi-decent amount of time half arsedly exercising. So I q'd up to put the money on my card, inserted the 20, saw a balance on the screen, headed for turnstile and "insufficient funds". Nah, I must have swiped too fast, so I swiped again and the same message came up. I went to a different turnstile, same message.

My stomach dropped and my heart sped up. WTF? I just put a 20 on this card, and I have a minimal $13 left in my wallet and I cannot spend from my debit card. SHIT! I wanted that $13 for other minimal purchases maybe tomorrow or even for a cab to work on Friday because it's supposed to be absolutley beyond cold again. Plus, this is going to be time wasted. Dammit. My first instinct was to skip the gym. No, I had come this far. I could have just used the $10 there and then but, fuck it, the MTA get away with this sort of shit all the time. I had to fight for this $20 so I got in line for the booth agent dammit. Some dude asked me for a quarter while I was in this line and I responded in such a tone, I think I scared him. "no I don't have a quarter, I don't have ANY quarters!"

Some guy tried to cut in front of me also, but for the split second that he looked away, I got up to the agent, card in hand, relieved and just glad to have this all sorted out. Sadly, this was not to be. I explained to him what had happened and God love him, he was nice, but gave me the bad news as he handed me some envelope, "I cannot do refunds. You need to get the machine number and call the number on this form. I can give you a courtesy pass into the station now"

WHAT THE FUCK? What if I had ZERO money? What then? What if I had been down to my very last $20 and had put it into the card, which is almost true. I asked him "how am I supposed to get home if I chose now to go downtown?" (I live UPtown) and all I received was a shrug. My rage did not hit me until I was about 5 paces away from the booth. By now it was 6.10. In New York, this 15 minutes is the difference between hitting your bus on your way HOME, this is how far in advance you have to strategize. At the booth I was akin to a goldfish, mouth opening and closing as my heart sank. 5 paces away? I turned into a total psycho, the type of person you step away from. There were three cops setting up an inspection table, and I am sure my loud "for FUCK sake" attracted their attention, but even they avoided me.

I stomped up the stairs until I could see reception bars on my phone and proceeded to dial the number. As I was wearing gloves this did not go according to plan. Further infuriated, I ripped my gloves off, all the while swearing and effing and blinding, close to tears at the injustice of it all. God help the operator I get through to. I went through two menus when the realization hit, the fuckin place is closed. Snapped shut my phone, stomped back down the stairs and marched back up to the booth demanding to know WHY I had been asked to call the number, when the place is closed. The agent, seeing I was pissed beyond pissed just andwered, nicely as he could, I needed to call them from 8 AM onwards.

Knowing I was utterly defeated and any further outbursts would probably end in my arrest, I asked him as calmly as I could to open the gate. Still close to tears with rage I barged down the stairs, 20 minutes now behind schedule and hit the gym for an hour. A half-hearted hour. My enthusiasm and gusto had faded with the first "insufficient funds".

Other people have had this happen to them, of course they have. But when I got home last night, an hour later than scheduled, and I had long since calmed down and resigned to spending the other $10 on a new card, it hit me that I reacted more or less exactly as most New Yorkers do. Time is a precious thing in this city of ours. Things sometimes spiral out of your control and the hidden type A personality comes to the fore. Ugh!

One more gripe I have with the subway is how utterly infuriating it is when people insist on blocking the top of the stairs at the entrances to talk on their phone! REALLY? there is NOWHERE else you can talk? You absolute DIPSHIT! And breathe. This has been a very therapeutic exercise. I still love New York!

Yikes!

I had resolved to start the year and have a great year! Be upbeat, positive, go for it, make this year my own. Smart and all as I thought I was, my subconcious has had other ideas. I have had bad dreams about my ex for the past two nights which has had the knock-on effect that I find myself thinking about the dreams, him, instances in our relationship and finding myself questioning everything all over again. I know it's only been two days this nonsense has gone on, and I have made huge progress, but, why is this creeping back into my dreams? I thought I had all of this behind me. Maybe it's because it IS the New Year that all of this has crept back to me? I don't know. I am not obsessing about it and am not worried about it, I know it will pass, and, to my knowldege nothing has happened to me to encourage these dreams either. I have heard no songs, been anywhere to spur these. It's kinda a mystery.

I have been thinking though and I guess in a way cringing at all my mis-spent energy crying over it and thinking about it. All normal. I think deep down it could be from my utter, annoying, despairing, frustrating, total lack of self-confidence. Looking up the ol reliable dream dictionaries points to this. It makes sense to a point. I have in a way withdrawn to a point to self-reflect and decide on my next move. Without sounding like a cliché, I intend to do the en masse reliables, eat better, exercise more, become more financially stable, make friends with new people this year, socialize more, and also, my most important goal, take a weeks vacation with no phone, no tv, no electronic anything. A week of pure, unadulterated r & r. I am thinking Barbados or Costa Rica. :) somewhere warm, good beaches, beautiful water...........

I have many changes coming up this year and many positive things to come. One of my VERY bestest friends in the whole wide world is going to be here in April. I cannot wait! I am not going to jinx myself by mentioning others, but, it's going to be a good year. It's just frustrating to me that this has reared its ugly head again. The mind is a weird and very strange thing, the way it works and processes things. I barely think about him these days, and unfortunately, it's never in a good way when I do. But I am I guess just aghast at these dreams. Ugh! Booooo!

It's merely a blip, I know. I will be fine. I guess there is no way to force the mind to let things go or forget :) I think 2010 will hold many more things for me, and apart from this bullshit, it has gotten off to a good start! I met a family friend of mine, he's like an adopted brother, not having seen him for almost 4 years, which was great. I have started eating better, I had a KICK ass pyjama weekend, it's been freezing cold, which I like most of the time, the weather has been amazing, my friends kick ass, I have a lto of love in my life, my family RULE!!!!! (though my nephew broke my heart by asking if I wud come to his house to play in the snow with him, HOW CUTE?) I am meeting a new friend next week for dinner, she kicks ass, I am just having a nice week so far................long may it last.

I hope anyone reading this is not put off by the negative start to this post. It's a teeny tiny glitch in the matrix so to speak. I hope all of you have a KICK ass year too, it's going to be good, I can feel it. See writing all of this has made me feel so much better and re-affirmed I don't need a silly boy in my life. I deserve a man, and shall have one when I chose to!

MWAH!

It's Stephens Day

And I am sitting in pj's watching Meet Me in St. Louis and I have made the decision, I am so going home next year for Christmas. It's my third year away from home and that's enough. I find myself homesick for the first time in years. Why? I guess it's that time of year, but, also,being such a crappy year too, I personally cannot wait for 11:59 PM December 31st. Economy aside, it's been a tough year. There has been great joy too, my brother getting married, various births, having friends coming to stay, getting back in touch with other people, visit home and no less than TWO trips to London.

My break up consumed the latter half of the year and has been a huge heartache and learning process and I guess with my confidence at an all time low right now, the only way is up? I have slipped out of my gym routine, and have taken the friends visits as an excuse to eat my way into more oblivion. This horrible cycle has to and will stop. Ah the new year resolutions etc etc. Ha! I think I have been building up to this though.

So I am looking forward to 2010~! Bring it on I say, here's to ME!

Points to note

I have been told by an ortho not to do spinning for a while, until I lose more weight as it's putting too much pressire on my joints, which sucks!!! booooo. Ironic though, I have to lose weight before I can do a class that enables me to lose weight. Whatevs!

Oh and yes, I need to structure my blogs a little more, essay writing never was my strong point!