Today I was out to lunch when a complete stranger made a really rude comment to me for absolutely no reason, when I made a comment back immediately giving as good as I got, they heard my accent and said “oh you’re Irish, I should have guessed”. The feeling that came over me was one so strong I was completely overwhelmed for a second and didn’t know what to do. I’m 26 years old, living in New Zealand, and that was the first time I had ever been attacked because of where I am from. When someone says something that insults the very core of you, it stings. It’s a feeling of overwhelming patriotism that you feel bubbling up from a place so deep in your soul that you never knew it existed until that second when it was attacked, a surge of sudden strength that gives you the courage to stand up for yourself immediately. I have never spoken back to someone the way that I did today and I am proud that I said my piece and walked away but, hours later, that place deep down inside of me still hurts. My very core has a tiny dent in it, a tiny doubt planted that whispers “did I deserve that? Should I be ashamed of my heritage?”
I know that I did absolutely nothing wrong but that burning feeling inside me won’t go away so I wanted to write this blog to myself in the hope that the tiny dent in my patriotic core will listen and heal itself.
So tiny dent, believe me when I say : I AM DAMN PROUD OF BEING IRISH.
We may be a bunch of drunken idiots from time to time but I love that the Irish are always up for a laugh even in the face of the worst circumstances.
I am proud to be from the same place as U2, Father Ted, Seamus Heaney, Oscar Wilde.
I am proud of my history, of my country, of my heritage and yes, I am damn proud of my accent too.
So, to the horrible man from lunch today, you can say whatever you want to me because these Irish eyes are just gonna smile, laugh and go get a pint. Alright? Ok shur go on so bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye 🙂