Tag: drama
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Episode 103 – Three Passes, a Tractor, and a Dribble of Water…
An Evening with Bully… There are evenings when you pull into your own driveway and wonder if you’ve accidentally stumbled into someone else’s drama series. Last night was one of those. I heard it before I saw it, the growl of a tractor idling. A steady, low rumble that somehow manages to announce, chaos is…
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How Ideas Find Me (Whether I Like It or Not)…
Where Do My Quare Ideas Come From? Someone asked me the other day where I get my quare ideas for my posts. Now, I wish I could tell you there was some grand, mystical process. I sit in a candlelit room, summoning the muses while wearing a flowing robe, and they whisper inspiration into my…
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Episode 99 – Field Guide to the Narcissistic Sociopath …
Field Guide to the Narcissistic Sociopath (Faurel Hill Variety)… Scientific Name: Egomax Controlus.Common Name: Bully.Habitat: Inherited property, family disputes, and anywhere rules are optional. Prefers environments where he can loom. Distinguishing Features: Inflated sense of self visible from 100 yards.Smirks when confronted, vanishes when accountable.Eyes scan for opportunity, not connection.Immune to empathy, sympathy, and basic…
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Episode 98- Meter Men and Other Middle-Aged Power Fantasies…
Well well well… guess who was here again today? Yes. Himself. The Lord of the Faurel Hill. The High Priest of Poles and Wires. The man who reads a meter like it’s a sacred rite, and always, always, leaves the flap open just enough to say: “I was here.” Every single time. Only when I’m…
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Why Does Life Feel Like a Never-Ending Sh*tshow?…
So, I’m chatting to someone today, and they hit me with this gem:“How come we have so much sh*t going on in our lives?” And honestly, it stopped me in my tracks. Because… why? Why do some people seem to glide through life like swans on a lake, while the rest of us are paddling…
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Episode 97 – The Graveyard Gala…
The Graveyard Gala: RSVP Optional… In Ireland, the yearly graveyard mass isn’t just a mass, it’s the Met Gala for the dearly departed. Everyone piles into the graveyard in their Sunday best, murmuring prayers while scanning the crowd like hawks: “Who showed up? Who didn’t?” Miss it, and the whispers start before the priest even…
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Episode 95 – Silence Speaks Volumes (and None of It Is Good)…
Silence – The Bully’s Favorite Weapon… You know what wrecks my head sometimes? When people think that silence makes them smart, powerful, or mysterious. Let me tell you something: it doesn’t make you clever. It makes you controlling, childish, and just a little bit pathetic. Take Bully and Fanny, for example. They love to go…
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Dusting Off My Soul…
The other day, I found this business card in a small bag of crystals someone had gifted me. Thank you, Noreen. It has had me thinking about it ever since! Dusting Off My Soul It doesn’t happen all at once. There’s no big bang, no choir of angels, no switch flipped. Just this quiet moment,…
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Is This What Healing Feels Like?…
I’ve noticed something lately. A quiet shift. I don’t write about Bully as much anymore. Not because I’ve suddenly forgiven or forgotten, and not because justice somehow found its way to my door. Nothing external has changed. But I have. A little. The Bully posts used to pour out of me like water from a…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 