I know
myself ©
By
Michael
Casey
Well as
promised here’s “I know myself” which is what my small daughter said in passing,
hence that’s why you are getting this now. The delay if you noticed was because
the pain monster decide to visit for a few days, though as I speak I’m still on
the hook, it’s like having a meat hook through your chest and you swing from
it. Or you are a piece of meat and Rocky is hammering you as you swing there,
and no nothing to do with Swingers whatever they are. I just opened a memory
then, “Swinging Dodgers Elsie Tanner” where you give a thumbs up and then gyrate
it up and down, or down and up, if you want to prove you don’t misuse language
stereotypes. That comes from the playground in 1966 maybe. See I’ll use any old
material that floats to the top from my bottom, or from my bottom memories.
Perfect for a Writer, or bore, you decide.
Now do
you know yourself? I think most people don’t. Which might mean I’ve mixed with
people who are blind drunk, or never look in a mirror. Stop and think. Do you
really really know your own character? Not the one you play if you are an
actor, or the persona you put on to protect yourself. Or the one you have for grannie
in the hope she leaves you her money.
Hello to
Turkmenistan too, they were reading my stuff today, they have wealth, so why
read me? Is it a punishment from your dad, or do you want to buy my stories to
help teach English? Now I’ve mentioned this is passing because, the next
question is, what is your price. Can you be bought? Or do you really really know
yourself. Watson in Elementary said a Billion dollars was her price. I’d settle
for 10 million, a house, a car for my daughters, and a puppy dog, then I’d give
90% of all future earnings to Pain Charities. Now that’s my price, just in case
Turkmenistan wants to hire me, though 5feet 10, and that’s just around my belly
is high enough. And no I’m not high, just I have a surreal sense of humour.
You
should all know by now that I side track myself, and lead you all up the garden path, past Gill from StatsMR,
and into the land of fairies, or fairy tales, which might best describe my writing.
See I’ve just proved I know myself. What
about you. If you find a pound in the street you think you are lucky. What
if it’s a £20 note? Do you think, beers for me and the lads? Or do you look
around, just in case somebody may have dropped it. It could even be your own
grannie. I did actually find £20 floating around Lidl on the Dudley Rd, on my
way back from the hospital. And yes, I gave it to the security guard, and because
nobody claimed it, a local beggar got it, as I instructed. So, there you go, I
am either stupid, or mad, or I have been brought up properly. Remember too my
mum was from Kerry, born in a “pig sty” as somebody remarked, and did not move
to the new house till she was 12, you’ve all seen the stone structure I’ve posted
on occasions. So, my values come from 1920s Ireland. Though as my dad would say
about some people, “they could not be honest even if you paid them”. The next
question obviously is what if it were a wallet? Well if there was a bank card
inside would you rush home to use it. Or walk to the bank where the card belonged,
and hand it in, so they could trace him.
Knowing
yourself is not just about honesty as far as money goes. It’s about deciding
when to keep the pound on the ground, or should you look. I’ve picked up a
women’s purse at a busy crossings down the road, and saved her day. Knowing how
your personality is means you might be more careful. Alcohol means you get your
knickers off, so don’t drink, or have a
sober person there to protect you, male of female. Ditto with driving, alcohol
and cars do not mix, they are not a cocktail, I spent years observing my
drinking friends. Yes, alcohol is good, it relaxes and binds people together,
in teams, in clubs, and so on. I have also spent decades watching alcoholics,
so in my family none of us ever became drinkers. We could see the alcoholic lodgers
as we grew up, one even died on me while was I still 20, so you know and learn
things as you grow up. You may have had a family member who was a junkie, or a
pothead, or a shoplifter. Whatever way you grew up it does influence your behaviour.
But, you are NOT a prisoner to environment, yes it is harder, but you can do
it. Education or Sport even Prayer is a way out, you can pick your own heroes.
So, in
life you have to be strong and choose what is best for you. You may decide being
a thief suits you best, or you just love a drink. When my dad was recovering after
his near fatal heart attack in 1996, just 8 weeks after mum died in the marriage
bed beside him, we had one of our lodgers come visit him in hospital. What did X
say? Have you got a pound for a pint? I was there, perhaps I should have punched
X. But it does illustrate what a waste of time Alcohol is, if it brings you
down that low. You can argue the toss about Alcoholism as a Disease, or just weak people? I’ll leave
it for you to think about.
I could
give more examples, but having experience in life does teach you, or at least
inform you. Then you can choose, and you can argue amongst yourselves. Inner
cities are bad, I know, where I grew up would be classed as one. But if a
steelworker and a blacksmith from Kerry Ireland can have 4 of his 6 kids become
teachers, with one via Oxford and another
via Cambridge, and me the “failure” with 19 books already written,
1,600,000 words, or 8000 pages, then you should all have a try.
If you
know yourself, if you spend time reflecting, not just surfing the web, then you
can amaze yourself. I used to work shifts 3 days 3 nights 3 off 3 evenings 3
nights etc and worse. They were long days and nights, in the end 12 hour night
shifts, and for 14 years. So, I was lucky because midweek was free, and the weekend
temptations just were not there in the 1980s, so I chose Radio, BBC Radio 4,
which is like internal World Service. That was my education, 20 hours a week+, though
I did start when I was ten or younger.
Yes, to
some of you I can hear you already saying “boring fart”, yes but you are
reading this, can you write? If you can then good for you. There is no money in
it, not unless one of your 80 country readership finally decides to invest in
you. I’m still hoping, maybe it’s Turkmenistan, but probably not, but I do know
myself, what about you?
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