Confidence ©
By
Michael Casey
I was watching 100 Days Plus on the BBC
when they had an item on self- harm, new figures out today really are shocking.
Katty in Washington made some observations, so tonight I’m going to make a few
of my own. The problem seems to be more with teenage girls than any other
strata of people. I have met a few girls who self-harmed when I was working at
various places, you can see marks on their arms or other places, from blades or
elastic bands. It is heartbreaking to see, and now that I am a dad to daughters
I really thank God that they will never go down that road of pain and sadness.
It mentioned social media on tonight’s
report, and this is where social media can turn from a good to an evil. If you
are naïve and don’t have all of the material goods and looks then you may self-harm
because you are not perfect and don’t have all the toys everybody else has.
That’s the basic message and sad reality
of today’s world. So I’m going to debunk that for all you girls and maybe boys
out there.
First of all, you are loved, you are loved
by God just as you are. I know most may not believe in any God nowadays, well
maybe in England. But if you don’t believe in any God, make up an imaginary
friend who will always love you. If you like cut a picture out of a magazine
and that image is the one who loves you. It can be anything you like, create
your own parents if you like. Obviously its better if you have real parents or
a granny or an aunty. But if there is nobody then make somebody up. Or have TED
like in the film.
I hope you are smiling already. My mother
told me when I was 4 or 5 that I was as good as anybody else, and I’ve always
believed. My eldest brother is 8 years older than me, so when he went to Queens
Oxford, I just assumed at age 10 that I was just as smart. So maybe a bit of
self-delusion is great for your confidence, though I am not stupid, I just
pretend to be. If you really are very smart people will hate you or just be
jealous, so you need to be wise enough to get them to like you. By helping with
homework, though if you are smart you get paid in chocolate for your brains. It’s
about getting a balance. If you have a talent then share it, it’s like a
mustard seed and you will be rewarded 1000 fold.
Obviously as I am large, 13 stones in 3rd
year, is that Year 9, and as strong as
man then, obviously that’s weak compared to Boris, Lech and Gregorgi my
Slav friends. But it meant nobody would ever bully me, so if you are small make
friends with a big person. If you still have no confidence then Pray, put a
picture of the Virgin Mary under your pillow for a few years. It really does
work. As Bertha down the Legion if you don’t believe me, or Stormy Daniels my
pole dancing friend, I have friends everywhere. Or am I just a liar, or a
storyteller?
If you can make people laugh then they will look after you.
But what if you think you are too slim, or too fat, or too stupid, and a whole hosts of
excuses. I thought nobody would ever have me, but my mother said Love will
Conquer all. And she as right. Don’t be in a hurry to find or want love, but
don’t wait as long as me. Why do you think when I write the prettiest of girls
fall for the man with the limp, or his mate the bloke with stutter. In Tears for a Butcher twin sisters fall for
the draymen, and when they are mocked, Bettie and Annie scream Don’t mock him,
he’s my future husband. And then they use their martial arts skills on the
mocking men. But that’s in the future.
But it’s true, a girl wants somebody who’ll stick
around, not become a notch on his bedpost. Humour works as does having a few
words to talk about anything, just read a bit and have a bit of conversation.
Confidence is all about Loving Yourself, never hate yourself, and if anybody
makes my girls cry they will never forget my reaction. YOU are loved, by your
dad, by your mom, by the collage of a dad you created, but you are loved and
always will be. With my dying breath I will say, forgive me if I wasn’t a good
enough dad, but I will always love you. I may start singing a Celine Dion song as I die with a smile on my lips.
Never surrender to self-doubt. If you want
to hurt something then keep a special teddy you can punch or throw about, let
the anger out, let it all out and give it to the teddy. Or if you are Canadian
join an ice-hockey team, but let those emotions out, and you stay serene,
ground yourself, have a binge on chocolate, any diet can be resumed. Just let
any pain out, scream at the sea, talk to the bleeding wall. Watch Paddington
over and over again. But when you’ve had the controlled tantrum you can go
downstairs and cuddle up with mum and dad, or the picture on the wall and watch
Twilight for the 50th time.
Confidence is knowing you’ll never be
Katty Kay on the BBC, but you will be just as poised, as self-assured when you
reach 35 too. You may never be a journalist like her, but you will be dying
people’s hair just like that Katty on the BBC, and you will have a chain of
beauty salons. Because you believe in yourself, and your dad did save you from that
bad one, and dad raided his pension so you could open your first salon. But you
did repay him 10 times over, and was it Fate or your confidence that attracted
that sailor to you, Christian, and yes he does look like that bloke off the tv,
you know Katty’s 2nd assistant.
Confidence in the end is love.
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