Monday, 25 May 2009

Cry Me A River..

It's widely known that compassion is not one of my strong points. I don't fall for sob stories, I'm usually devoid of sympathy. I'm the sort of person who has to put actual effort into suppressing laughter when somebody falls. And I don't feel guilty if a sneaky snigger slips out. It's just who I am.

Working where I work, doing what I do, I hear many tales of woe. They vary from the meaningless, such as a bad back, to the serious, like someone dying..(I'm considering moonlighting as an agony aunt..)
Generally, I half-listen, nod repeatedly, and make the appropriate noises. On a good day, I might even go to the added effort of paying attention. But I'm never really there. My would-be ass is in the chair, but my mind is in a galaxy far, far away.

Truth be told, I just dont care.

Every so often though, there's one story, one person who breaks through the apathy, makes you sit back, and just leaves you despairing for the wreck that is today's society. (Just for the record, I do know what's going on, I've heard the stories, and yes, I realise that the abuse, and crimes committed are beyond words. I am in no way comparing this story to those offences.)

An elderly lady regulary comes into the shop. I know her from my primary school days, she brought us our corned beef sandwiches and milk at lunch times. A harmless old soul, she was almost part of the furniture, and well liked by all.
With all the faces she's seen, and all the pupils she's watched walk out of the school, she still remembered me when she saw me. Or claimed to, at least. (I'd like to think she does, even though as a pupil I sort of faded into the background)

Anyway...she was doing her shopping the other day. She came to me, and as I helped her pack her stuff up, she chatted to me. At first, I did the usual, non-committal smiles, a nod here and there. But then she said something that made me listen.

She'd been robbed.

The details are sketchy, I was trying to listen while very aware that I had a queue of increasingly impatient people. But, basically, a group of younger boys (she said boys, I'm going to assume it was a mixed group though) broke into her home, and helped themselves to €700 that she'd been saving. To go to Lourdes. She's 87. Though it actually saddens me to think it, this was very possibly her last opportunity to go.

Ashamedly, my first thought was 'Shoulda put it in the bank, shouldn't ya!'. But I felt sickened, and just awful for this woman. And it really made me wonder what kind of people are we creating? I cannot fathom how someone could even contemplate stealing anything, let alone something of that amount. If it's not yours, you don't take it.

Sometimes, most of the time, I think maybe I'm better off being the way I am. It saves a lot of heartache, right?

(Sorry for the long, rambly post, it was originally handwritten at 3am, and I don't believe in editing my thoughts!)

Tuesday, 19 May 2009

Once in a New Moon..

(see what I did there?) I know none of you care, but I do, and it's my blog so nyeh!

First official promo poster for New Moon!! Only 6 months to go!!

Sunday, 17 May 2009

The greatest man I never knew...

I always wanted to be one of those girls who had the best daddy. The kind of daddy who took you out at weekends for special days out. Who was overprotective, because he cared. Who you could turn to when things got rough, and the kind who could make it all better with a hug. You know the type...I don't know if they exist in the real world, or if they're just something that someone dreamt up, but I wanted that.

We don't always get what we want though, do we?

So, what's prompting this blog? Well...I had dinner with him this evening. Not a big deal, you might think, apart from the fact that it was the first contact we've had since just before Christmas..

We met, we sat, we ate, and we chatted, but it was different somehow. I couldn't feel any father / daughter connection. It was like two distant friends meeting after a long time, catching up, each telling stories, neither really listening to the others. It wasn't unpleasant, but it's not something I couldn't live without. Perhaps the most shocking (and least shocking in a weird way) was the realisation that even after all of that time, I didn't really miss his presence all that much..

What does that say about me as a daughter??