A Solitary Blue brings me back

This book deals with a kid who's parents split when he is very young and he is left in the care of his somewhat emotionally distant father, who isn't quite sure how to deal with him. Now i had two parents who loved me and where there when ever i needed them, but just like this kid i sometimes felt adrift and cut off from the world which was going on around me. He attends a school where not been noticed is the norm, smart but uncared for. It's a book about a kid discovering his self worth and this journey, if not in the same way is something i can identify with.

A Feeling that I wasn't the only person who felt alone in a crowd.

My parents, people I admire.

My parents.
Of all the people I've met in my life they have to be two of the smartest, they could of done anything achieved anything. Yet instead they stuck to their morals and interpretation of right and wrong. But more then that they raised me and my siblings and thought and believed it was the greatest accomplishment that they have ever done. It's hard not to have a sense of worth when such great people think your worth every bit of sacrifice.

My first entry.

The thought of setting up a blog is not a new one to me, this is not even the first time that i have gone about starting one.Who knows this may be the first to continue beyond the writing and actually reach publication.

Why should i write a blog? It's a valid question, it begs the question as to what is it exactly that i have to say which would be of interest to anyone bar myself? The answer is simple, nothing, as in nothing i say is of interest to anyone else bar myself.

Perhaps those few who maintain a vague interest in the random musings/contemplations that are the reasons for what i do may sustain a small interest. I admit that number is small and is in little fear of growing.

So what is the purpose of this blog? Why to put in words the thoughts and feelings of mine that are the reasons for my actions. The intended person is just me. Or in other words this is all self-absorbed waffle, of course if it's written for me then why on earth not?

So who am I?

I'm a 22year old failed student, I work in a cinema and have an abiding passion in politics, it's one of the few things which have managed to maintain my interest. When so many other things have faded that has just grown in importance. I recently joined the Labour party, as in roughly less then 2weeks ago. I attended the National Labour Conference just one day after joining. What can I say if I decide to get involved in something I really get involved. While there I met some fantastic people and the atmosphere was really enthusiastic with a real sense of potential for the future prevalent in the party.

I had a conversation with the Ruairi Quinn, an ex labour party leader, ex finance minister and current Labour party spokesperson for Education and Science, for about 40min which was fantastic, not for the conversation which was intriguing, this man worked with Noel Brown ffs, but for the fact that he treated me as if i had was capable of contributing to the conversation, as if i had a value in his eyes. I even convinced him to come down to cork and participate in a debate next year.

I'm one of those types of people who needs to be in the center of things so the fact that i was named ex-offico for Labour Youth in Ucc after only been a member for 2days was a very good thing for me, I really do think I can contribute something worthwhile to the branch next year.

At the moment I'm pretty much typing what is coming into my head when i think about certain events, to describe myself is not a simple thing as, just with everyone else, things are not that simple. Life would be a lot easier if it could be defined so simply, yet it can't. I sometimes think that life is one big myriad of events and that the person you are today is not the person you where yesterday, nor is it the person you will be tomorrow. If i had to say one thing about me it would be that i over think things far to much, epically in relation to myself.

I once studied English and Psychology and i was very good at it, right up to the point when i quit, not due to failing, but due t0 a death in my interest. Odd i know, but then such is life, it is odd it is weird, it transient.

In any case i think i've rambled enough for now. I'm sure i'll continue it at some stage,


Oiche Maith,

Richard.