Do you ever climb one mountain, tired and exhausted and ready for a nice steady hike, to only find that there is an even higher, more scary looking mountain right ahead. Yeah, thats kinda what my life has felt like for the last 3 years.
My name is Niamh, and if you met me on the street or in some sweaty night club dancing my little white ass off to a Beyonce song, you would think that I have a pretty happy go lucky life, as that’s normally what I try to project onto the world. But I’m one of those people that holds my cards on my chest and to be honest, I’m getting tired of it.
I started at the age of 16 when I sat back and looked at all the things that had made my road bumpy so far, but at that tender age I carried on thinking that would be my share of bad luck for my life, and also thought that I would be the next Hannah Montana and life would be a bunch of roses, then reality gave me one almighty smack on my arse, just for fun. “I’M FINE” I cry, in the toilet of said sweaty club bathroom, 3 years on and asking my drunk mind the question, what in the fuck am I doing with my life? I didn’t go to uni, my plans of being a comedy script writer fell apart and I am working in a small call centre, cold calling people trying to flog them pension options whilst also being told to kill myself by those said customers. Which poses me to ask the age old question, there’s got to be more to this life, right?
So, thats why I started this blog, if nothing more I can make a few people laugh with my shitty and somehow comical life experiences, then that’ll do me. After all, you have to try and find the humour in everything, right?
