Irish You Could Tell Me What’s Wrong

As I mentioned here 2014 will be the year of bloggers, for bloggers. Influenced by this, and dedicated to J.D at J.D. Gallagher, please enjoy the following.

This is week 26, that means we are half way through The Year of Bloggers! How exciting is that? I know, pretty exciting. I can’t believe I’ve kept this up for this long. This week I am dedicating this to J.D. Gallagher, an Irish blogger. I believe his “about” page says Writer. Avid reader. Irish. My mother’s maiden name is Lockwood, which I’ve been told means I have “Irish/Scottish” blood in my veins, which is pretty awesome, because it makes up for that French Canadian bit that’s also in there. (Joking, of course) J.D. is an avid fan of Stephen King, as am I, and I love all the random post he puts out there, along with his stories. (I promise I’m going to start reading your stories more often!)I chose this post by very scientific ways. He posted it on my birthday two years ago. I can relate a little bit.

Banksy (Photo credit: Wikipedia) How I knew J.D. for a very long time.

Anyway, back to the…

I have a touch of the “Social Anxiety Disorder“. This is more than likely where the drinking problem came from (probably also from the Irish/Scottish blood I mentioned earlier). I was very quiet in school, but I would open up around my friends. Eventually you have to go out into the world and make new friends. Throw in alcohol and this was a very easy thing for me. Instead of months or years of “gettin’ to know you” I could get all loosey-goosey in just a few hours. Instant friends. While intoxicated I was one of the people who “had nothing to say and kept on saying it”. Off of the hooch it’s hard to get me to speak. I will answer a direct question, and then go silent again. I do not volunteer anything, except for maybe time. I don’t raise my hand if I have the answer. I usually don’t seek people out to say hello. I don’t go out on adventures, at least not the usual kind. A few weeks ago I went to different Wal-Marts in the area. That was fun.

This weekend I was talking with my mom and she told me “you gotta get out there and meet new people”. Yep. I told her “I’ll get right on that by ordering pizza in tonight.”

The good thing is I now have this blog. So, when I have something to say all I have to do is write it down and send it out into the universe. I have a couple of post that will be difficult for me to write, but they will be so worth it. (You won’t see them here, but I’ll let you know when they come about) I might not be able to physically talk** in front of people, I can sure posts the heck out of them.

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**For some reason this doesn’t count for speeches or Church Talks. I don’t know why. I think I sorta just black out for the few minutes and then come-to when I’m finished. Speaking without an outline, or “improve” so-to-speak is what I have difficulties with.

7 thoughts on “Irish You Could Tell Me What’s Wrong

  1. Thank you! A nice surprise this early in the morning. Cheers!

    It also serves as a reminder to change my avatar/ gravatar/whateveratar they are calling it back to the original Banksy one. I never liked this one…but I’m a Do It Tomorrow kind of guy.

    I am with you on the Social Anxiety Disorder, I just found myself nodding along to it and going ‘just like me,’ at every sentence.

  2. I’m simpatico with you on this. I recently posted something very similar on my blog if you or anyone else is interested in checking it out. You can get there from my grava-thingy.

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