Injection

So I’m been working pretty steadily all morning up until about 30 minutes ago, so I figured I’d drop a blog post in my time before my 4pm conference call.

I’ve been listening to Rise Against all morning and feeling like a borderline hypocrite for it. Mostly I’ve been listening to “Injection” which I’ve added to the bottom of this post.

The morning has put me through a bizarre gauntlet of emotions following a weekend that did very much the same thing. On Friday I got bailed on by a few different people and ended up at Margaritas in Waltham with Bonnie, her roommate Ashley and Ashley’s friend, Emma (I think). The night consisted mostly of be singing the random 90s music that came over the speakers and giving Ashley shit for getting free crap because she has boobs and I don’t. The injustices just do not cease.

Saturday I went to Wrentham to see my family at my Uncle Rob’s house. Holy crap was that a 180 from 10-15 years ago.  Of all the cousins, I’m the only one over 20 that isn’t married with children, engaged, or in a serious relationship. Most of my cousins have kids now too. Lots of kids. There were at least 13 of my second cousins running around. There are also of disproportionate number of redheads in my family. Furthermore, each and every one of them is absurdly adorable. It’s kind of a weird thing to watch all these kids that you grew up opening presents with on Christmas Eve opening presents with their own kids. It just hammered home the odd limbo that my life currently resides in between adolescence and adulthood. It also didn’t help that no one was around to go drinking with Saturday night.

Oh, and another infuriatingly adorable child entered the world this past week, too. My buddy Ray and his girlfriend Ashley (not the same Ashley with the boobs that get free shwag) had a baby boy on Tuesday. His name is Ethan. In addition to that, I got a “Save The Date” magnet for my friend Rachael’s wedding next September. It’s all giving new meaning to the saying: “My friends are getting married, I’m just getting drunk.”

It makes me wonder if maybe there is something wrong with me… you know, besides my affinity for alcohol, cigarettes, violent entertainment and recreation, so-called “damaged” women, and an inferiority-driven hero complex. Bonnie and Ashley suggested that I should start trying to pursue “normal” women. I don’t think I would’ve reacted with more boredom and disdain if they suggested watching An Inconvenient Truth. Its not that I have any specific distaste for “normal”, I just wouldn’t know where to start looking. Take for example Friday at Margaritas. Bonnie asked me if there were any girls around that I thought were attractive and I pointed out a dark-haired girl in a hat because “she looks angry.” What followed were several jokes around the punchline “eat you alive” and three renditions of “Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey.

My cousin Kelly’s husband, Steve, actually mentioned reading my blog to me. It was one of those weird Internet-meets-real-life moments. It prompted by cousin Bob to ask me what I blog about, to which I had no coherent answer.

All in all another weekend that was far too short and full of its own weird little nuances. In closing, I’m dropping the About Me section from my Facebook page in here. Not because I want/need anyone to read, but because I occasionally need the reminder.

I never have and never will apologize for what I am. I’m 100% Irish, born and raised in Boston, Mass. I’m a die-hard Boston sports fan. I’m a computer geek, a failed artist, and a bad-ass in training. I’m smart, but I act stupid. I’m tough enough to know when not to be. There’s not much about me that doesn’t contradict itself, except that I love my friends and family and would lay down my life for them without a moment’s hesitation. I do/say/go whatever/wherever/however I want, because I have no fear of life or death and don’t think anyone else should either. Political correctness and boundaries don’t define us.

MAN UP.

Peace,

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