You have to be careful not to start turning into a spider. Being in the media, I’ve spent too much of my life listening to, grappling with, and being at the mercy of weirdos that it would be cruelly ironic if I became one myself.
A drone buzzed around outside my window the other day. I ignored it at first, but as it kept coming up, I realized I didn’t know who was operating this drone or from where. It could have been one of the local kids playing with their new toy, or some madman filming me, or the Chinese or Russian government gathering Kompromat. It seems strange that nowadays anyone can fly a drone anywhere they want.
It’s bad enough that everyone has a camera in their hand all the time, but now whenever I go for a walk or a swim there’s always some guy (and trust me, it’s always guys) holding a camera over me flies, probably filming we all put our clothes on or pick our noses cleverly or whatever.
On the other hand, you don’t even need a drone to spy on people these days. I was recently in a “discussion” with a potential home insurer about the condition of the roof of my house and they came back with a question which made it clear that they had either flown a drone over my house or looked at google maps. I went to Google myself to get a perspective of the roof and was reminded that you can basically snoop around your entire neighborhood and check the condition of any back garden if you’re so inclined.
By the way, being a weirdo, I got my insurance elsewhere when espionage came into play.
I was at it when one of the children received a parcel from a relative in England and we had to pay VAT, duties and charges for a modest gift. How would half of Ireland have dressed in the 1970s if they had to pay duty and VAT on the packages of smart, little-worn children’s clothes from ‘Amurica’, the cool baseball jackets and so on, those of cousins who did well came home feeling sorry for the backwoods left behind?
But that minor complaint was put out of my mind when I ordered a pizza from Deliveroo that never came. I had made such a big deal out of treating the kids for a combination of desirable behaviors and instead we made them oven chips two hours later and ten minutes before bed, we were all confused by hunger.
The worst part was the Deliveroo woman who basically had no answer for me. The pizzas had left the pizzeria I knew, but this woman basically said, “You can have a refund, I have no idea where they went.” I asked her if she thought they might arrive, or whether I should take other precautions. “You probably should,” she finally told me. I was firm but polite as I basically pointed out that while I knew it wasn’t her fault, her company’s only job as such was to bring the food from the pizzeria to me and let me know leave if and when it would come. and they were quite taken with all of this.
I obviously felt bad afterwards. The weird thing is, it didn’t seem that unusual. So the delivery people just give up? Do they just decide they’ve had enough and walk away with the food as some sort of compensation? Of course I also felt sorry for the delivery person. God knows what her story was. That’s what it means to be a weirdo. A weirdo doesn’t usually enjoy being a weirdo.
I try to be tolerant of dogs too, but one guy who was walking down Grafton Street in Dublin the other day with two dogs – a breed that should not only have been on a leash but should have been muzzled – off the leash and wandering through crowds of tourists nearly tipped me over the edge.
I’m a bit mad at some dogs as an exuberant but rather large puppy who should have been on a leash repeatedly jumped on my younger child and kept jumping even after I picked him up. I know people love their dogs and I have nothing against them, but maybe you keep in mind that not everyone loves their dog and that some people process the world differently.
This incident made it extremely difficult for me to get my child out of the house and it still makes my life difficult almost every day – on holiday, on the road or just walking to school. It’s a wonder she’s never jumped in front of a car she’s so freaked out about.
We almost had real tragedy over the holidays when she jumped onto a wall that had a massive drop on the other side. And this is a kid who was very fond of dogs before.
Either way, you just have to keep going. Because being a weirdo is like the saying: drink poison and expect others to get sick. I have to say I feel a lot better now after getting rid of all these things. I have a longer list, but you will be pleased to see that we have run out of space for today.
https://www.independent.ie/life/mid-life-crisis-it-seems-weird-that-anyone-can-fly-a-drone-wherever-they-want-these-days-41825877.html Midlife Crisis: “It seems strange that nowadays anyone can fly a drone anywhere they want”