Fun involving the psyche.

OK, first of all, apologies to everyone who has checked this blog regularly for the last however long, waiting for the third exciting instalment of ranting from yours truly, or even the 8th chapter of my future bestselling book, the ‘Notes’. Things have been crazy busy lately, first with exams, then moving house twice, and now I’m currently stuck in Taverham without reliable access to an internet connection. So, once again, sorry, adoring legions of fans, things will soon be rectified once I get back to Bournemouth and my lovely broadband connection. So, as a small consolation prize, y’all’ll receive a small rant here, courtesy of your favourite Irish malcontent. How did this go again?

You know what really grinds my gears? People with closed minds. Yeah, that’s right, anyone who’s unwilling to try a new food because they might not like it, or who have a stubborn and irrational dislike of something without really knowing about it, whatever their problem may be. I have a fair few prejudices of my own, so I can understand reasoned dislike- for one, I have a burning hatred of Delta Airlines in this and every parallel dimension, but they’ve earned that special place in my festering-with-evil heart.

I’m probably a hypocrite for hating on these people, though. For one, my discussion with a certain person from Illinois revealed how closed my mind really is in some areas… OK, most areas, including religion, politics and psychology. I can’t really back my opinions up with words, having a blind faith in my beliefs that defies proof and reasoned arguments. I guess you could call me a militant atheist- but that’s a story for another column

Anyway, I’ll wrap this up by saying this: at least TRY the things you don’t like, guys. Then, not only will you be able to say ‘yeah, I had a go, but I just hated it’, but you might actually find you like it. And what’s more, you can blame me if you find out you’re allergic to it and you die or something. It’s win-win!

Oh, and a guy just walked past the window walking his dog and doing the Nazi salute. I love Dereham.

Peace out, homeslices. Normal service will resume shortly.