“Remarkably self-Righteous Rant” time…

Here follows a spectacularly self-righteous rant about parenting (skills?) and/or the lack thereof.

As a disclaimer, let me add that I am fully conscious of the probability of making these mistakes and many more should I be so lucky, etc.

Two things that I saw on the way to work today (as in pre-9am) that annoyed the beejaysus out of me.

1. 13 year old girl smoking

Hard to know what annoyed me more but I think it was the casual way she was smoking, which suggested categorically that she had no fear of getting caught by concerned parents.

I don’t get how parents can let their kids smoke. I don’t mean on a street or out with friends, but it was pretty obvious this girl had never been genuinely reprimanded for the particular brand of self-harm she was engaging in.

Why put 9 months of labour and 12-13 years of hard slog and stress (not to mention serious amounts of cash) into raising a kid, and then just when they’re getting on their feet let them literally kill themselves in front of you?

There’s only one thing that irritates me more. Which leads me conveniently to…

2. Parents smoking in front of (young) kids

Toddlers should never have to breathe in second-hand smoke. In fact none of us should, and thanks to one of the few men in the Dáil with any guts or for that matter conviction, most of us can avoid it on a day-to-day basis if we want to. But then there are people like the irresponsible ***** (and no, I will not be more polite about it!) I saw today puffing smoke at her two-year-old daughter.

Pregnant women smoking annoys me just as much, or people generally smoking around pregnant women. It’s absolutely disgusting and it should be illegal. People that smoke around their kids should be locked up for child abuse because that’s what it is.

I am sometimes tempted to start a whole new blog about things not to do as a parent. If only so I can look back on it when I am one, and mock myself for being such a naive twit.

Miserable way to start a day

There’s a fun new trend in product advertising in this dear city of ours. At the end of the green Luas line (Stephen’s Green Stop), every weekday morning a different company is handing out free goodies. One day I even got a goodie-bag with about ten products and snacks in it - what I would call an old-style fresher’s week goodie bag.

So today, I alighted at said station, and saw the dudes and dudettes dressed in ridiculous colours ready to distribute their wares. I got a little excited, I’m not going to lie. Typcially in these situations you can’t see what they’re giving you til you’ve got it, and this was to prove to be my downfall.

I was landed with four of these… NOT a happy bunny!!

Ignorance… in its many forms

Commuting is bad for my mind. It also has a significant negative impact on my respect for my “fellow man”. And that’s before the stupid f***ing DART machines break again and decide I have to miss two trains because I don’t have exactly €1.95.

Assholes with Umbrellas

No this is not a new support group. This is a serious complaint about the behaviour of vertically challenged types when it’s raining.

I DO NOT CARE how small you are. I DO NOT CARE how newly blow-dried your hair is. I REALLY DO NOT CARE about your rush to get through me (not past me, through me). There is absolutely no excuse for stabbing people in the eye with the corner of your umbrella because you couldn’t see where you were going because you’re small, and your umbrella is pulled down to keep your fringe dry. It is ignorant in the EXTREME!!!!

Tourists gone BAD

Don’t worry this isn’t a ranting generalisation but an observation of a very specific incident. I sat calmly and peacefully reading my book at the DART station last night, and as I did so a woman sat down on the bench next to me - so close that she sat on my coat, despite the rest of the bench being free. Having thus disgruntled me to begin with, she waited ten minutes before (with absolutely no warning) thrusting her ticket between my eyes and my book (a sin in any reasonable society), and proceeding to speak ‘at’ me…

Can I get any train from this platform to get to Lansdowne?

The temptation to rip her ticket up before punching her in the face was very nearly too much for me. But being the proud citizen I am, I decided not to tarnish her experience of Ireland by treating her as she so clearly deserved to be treated..

The aforementioned Ignorant Tourist’s Spanish Cousin

Hours later I was standing in a newsagents in Malahide waiting to pay for my (already scanned) salt and vinegar Tayto crisps, when a spectacularly rude young spanish woman jumped in front of me, and push her selected purchase (also crisps, but much less tasty ones) across the counter towards the poor staff member.

Staff member looks at me and says “Are these yours?”

And then there was the snap

At times like this I usually allow myself to think happy evil thoughts but on the outside respond with calm and polite refutations. Not yesterday.

“No, those are not mine. This woman just decided to be spectacularly rude and jump in front of me for no good reason”

I’m not going to lie. It was kinda fun…