No spoilers included x

I feel like my writing is on fire the last couple of days, whether the writing is top quality or not, I'm not sure. All the same I am really enjoying it, so I won't stop.

Today the SUSI grant came in, so I decided to buy myself a book. I have had several people recommend The Handmaid's Tale to me, so I said fuck it and spent €11.99.
I'm 179 pages in and I'm really enjoying it so far, but this blog isn't about the book.

I was originally told about the book by one of the office staff, Jerry, that worked for Amnesty International because it related a little bit to female bodily autonomy, which is what I spent the best part of eight months fundraising for. Unlike everything else on the internet, this post isn't going to be about the 8th amendment because I don't feel like you need to hear about my political views mainly because they shouldn't change how other see me as a person, although I would hope that we have similar views, like mother; like daughter.

Maybe I've decided to tell you about Amnesty because I miss the constant flow of steady income, but it's definitely triggered by seeing my fellow fundraisers in the Long Stone pub on social media, because it's a Friday night.
I miss it.
There is something very vulnerable about the streets of Dublin, something frightening about a grown man coming up to you with his shoulders square, telling you that you're a murderer. Dad used to tell me that it was character building, I feel like maybe it was an attempt to keep my spirits up while I was struggling towards the end.

I started the fundraising in cold January when I was full of life and love for the human race. As the months became warmer people became nastier, or maybe I just became less accepting of other peoples bullshit. I cannot tell you the amount of times, they were countless, that I cried on the street as a result of the abuse of someone in the general public. I salute the fundraisers that still work for Amnesty, my famnesty. Anyone that can stand on the street day in and day out and continue to live a normal positive life; I say fair play.

I guess maybe this is my way of making a public service announcement, please be kind to the people you see on the street. You honestly don't need to speak to them, but don't be nasty. I was so broken down by working as a fundraiser that I was putting my relationships with my family, friends and boyfriend under strain.

It is times like this where I realise that I can never thank the people around me enough for their patience and support, especially Kyle. I will never understand how you managed to stay so sane with me as I came home from work and pulled lumps out of you day in and day out.

Please please please be kind to the people that you see on the street. In fact, don't stop there. Please be kind to everyone that you meet because everyone has a secret life outside of the one that they show in public.

There are only so many times that you can be told to kill yourself before you want to kill yourself.

Fair play for those of you who managed to read that entire thing, you all deserve medals, now I'm going back to my book.

Goodnight (especially to the people who work for amnesty, I miss and love you all xxx),
the only Adult Wizard in my bed xo