22.8.25 - Chase the rain

Back in Ireland. The best thing about it - the silence. Thank god. Being in my own space. Doing my own thing. I do miss Ma and Pa and the pool... but really, that was about it. 

Just lost the entry because the laptop had to restart. But today is all about getting organised. This time in Singapore I realised that I many of my behaviours were inherited from my parents. I don't have these behaviours anymore, the ones which I have recognised as not very helpful, but it was interesting watching them. The escalation effect was something else. Small things would be blown out of proportion if they didn't want you to do it. My father sort of did it to extremes.. like not letting Ghin come home on his own - because there were dogs out there. It was super worrying.

The most important thing is to have a sense of humour. We just had to laugh at these things. Which we did - a lot.

Oh most recently, my sons told me I was a pick me girl. I was that's ridiculous. Nothing I did was ever about the male gaze. I just did my thing. Whether it was running, or reading or whatever. Interestingly, Oisin also accused Ghin of being a performative male and Ghin said, I did this even before all this took place. Apparently, because of social media you can't be anything at all. It's moronic. The whole thing has just collapsed in on itself.

It's good to be back. In Ireland. I feel so incredibly at peace here. I miss the family, of course, but Singapore - I do not miss at all. In small doses I think is the way to go.