Dougal versus the moon

Now the moon is not the moon in the sky. Not that big ball that is gravitationally locked with earth (or tidally locked if you prefer).

The moon is the indesit moon. The moon is the name of my washing machine. Also known as the washerchine.

I have come to notice little signs in my life that point towards me struggling with feeling low. Some are glaringly obvious. I cry more. Not in front of you lot. It's not for you. My house which is currently the tidiest it's ever been starts getting messier If you see my without my nails painted then you should be aware things are really bad and I probably need medical help.

So to the moon.

I sometimes struggle with every day chores. Washing up, hoovering, being awake. The biggest of all these foes is doing the washing. 

I don't know how many times I have to re-wash my clothes. I put the machine on. I was my clothes. I leave them. Or I start getting some out and then just stop. Just do something else. 

It's a tiny triumph for me to successfully sort a load of washing on the first attempt. And it will be celebrated. Usually by a lovely nap.  

I just want to point out this is not me being lazy. The depressed mind is a strange place. I want to do stuff. But I just can't. I don't have the energy or the will.  

It's hard to start something if you feel like you failed before you have begun. 

Live below the line

The Live Below the Line challenge starts in one week, on 29th April.

I will be spending 5 days living below the line and supporting Oxfam while I am doing it.

From the 29th April – 3rd May I can spend no more than £1 a day on food and drink. I am allowed to drink tap water but not eat donated food.

Can you help me raise my small £200 target and donate to Oxfam at www.livebelowtheline.com/me/dougalmct

To find out more visit https://www.livebelowtheline.com/uk-en-thechallenge

For Stacie

One thing I have learnt is don't sweat the small stuff. Shit if I did I would be sobbing continuously.

Another lesson sadly learnt this weekend is don't be quick to trust. It needs to be earned and not given immediately.

I make no bones about the fact I wear my heart on my sleeve. I can't help but tell the truth. And I often put myself out there.

This needs to stop. I need to take a stand back. People on the whole are not what you expect them to be.

Look at me. A lot of you probably think I am the loud mouth tattooed prick. Well yeah I am a bit of a prick. But I am so shy it hurts.

Lets talk about boys again. If there is someone I really like. I can't talk to them. I can't look them in the eye. I can shy away and ultimately make a cock of myself. I would turn in to a teenager, with no clue about the real world. A dribbling, mumbling mess who fails at basic communication.

Ultimately I unload my heart and soul to be quickly rebuffed.

So what do I do? Start so kind of covert operation? Shall I be all aloof and uncaring? It would feel wrong of me to put on a mask and not show the real me. I would rather shout from the roof tops "I think you're awesome and I sometimes pee with the bathroom door open".

I am not sure i can overcome my shyness that makes me so very socially awkward. i do however think I can become that uncaring bitch I am thought to be. Fuck it if you choose to write me off before you know me or not give me a chance that's hardly my problem.

So, no more trusting, not until it's earned.

Who knew girls could be nice

On first meeting me a boy once asked "are you always this socially awkward?".

The answer is yes. I am socially awkward. It comes from a lifetime of not quite fitting in. Or at least feeling that way. My awkwardness manifests itself in different ways and at different times.

So, there are two types of people I don't get, girls, and boys. I have felt both misogyny and misandry in my life. I have been a feminist and nonchalant to the whole thing but recently I have settled on equality as my choice of stance.

Being friends with girls has always been a struggle for me. Girls are weird things. They come with emotions, tears and massive amounts of bitchiness. This has changed a lot for me recently since I learnt who I can and can't trust. Who will be there for me when I am having my dark times and who will fuck off in to the sunset never to be seen or heard of again.

I have found it so easy to feel comfortable with a new bunch of girls in my life. Alice, Emily, Kate, Kelleh, Milenne, Rachel and Sarah thanks for accepting me and being so nice. I think because I am so much more comfortable with myself and our shared experiences on suicide girls I can open up to them.

Then there's the 5 girls who I would do anything for. Rachel, Sam, Hollie, rhea, Hayley. I cannot wait for us to have the best time ever in Brighton. I promise to keep my clothes on. Well, most of the time anyway.

If these girls rang me at 3 in the morning cos they wanted a redbull I would be there. I am so happy with what has become of our friendships. We have had many rough times along the way. But look at us now. The coolest kids on the planet.

So I guess it turns out that my fear of girls has been unjust.

Girls are bloody awesome.
And my girls are the bestest on the planet.

The bestest.

Everyone is shit

Well not everyone. If you are reading this there is a 50/50 chance you are shit.

A lot of people are turning out to be shit at the moment. Or people I have known to be shit for some time now are proving their shitness by just being more shit.

Below are some examples of shitness. If you recognise these traits in yourself it may well turn out that you are shit.

Talking shit: Now there are 2 categories of talking shit so pay attention.

1 – Lies – Stop telling lies. No one wants to hear your lies. Telling lies is shit. You have 2 ways of getting out of this. Either become brutally honest regardless of feelings or become honest but censor yourself with the age old saying “if you can’t say something nice don’t say anything at all”.

2 – Saying not nice things – Saying not nice things is, well, not nice. Even worse saying these not nice things about your friend increases your shitness exponentially. If you have to say not nice things about your friends you should realise you are in fact, not a good friend and you should do one. To make this simple, friends do and say nice things.

Not turning up – Not turning up makes you shit. Being late I can tolerate as long as the lateness is within 30 minutes of the designated rendezvous time. Anything later than 30 minutes would require you to have a note signed by your mum to explain your social faux-pas. Not turning up at all without a prior warning of non-attendance is shit. Leaving a person hanging with potential attendance is also shit. Make a decision and inform those involved. Stop being shit.

Waking me up – Don’t wake me up, it’s shit of you. Especially don’t wake me up because of alcohol induced rage, tears or horniness. I am tired. I don’t sleep much. And whatever it is that you feel you must tell me about at 3am can probably wait. Exceptions to this rules are as follows: Dead celebrities, snow, we are on weekends away, you are my kid. Other exceptions such as nuclear war and it’s a hot sunny day will be judged on a case by case basis.

Style thief – The style thief is shit. Massively shit. Style is personal and must never be mimicked. Admittedly we are all fashion victims and will pander to the catwalks and high streets. But that is just following the trends. It is what comes after that matters. Don’t tell someone you like their, outfit, shoes etc. and then go and buy the exact same thing. Don’t notice a friends hairstyle or colour and the very next day go and have it done for yourself. And the most important one for me, never, ever, ever, ever get the same tattoo as someone. Copying may be the sincerest form of flattery but it is also a bit creepy and most definitely shit.

Mood swings – Now here I am not talking just general shifts in demeanour. I am talking about those massively unexplainable shifts in attitude that befuddle and piss people off. The best example of this kind of shitness is the one that concerns not getting what you want in the relationship stakes.

I love you

I miss you

I need you

Please give me a chance

Well fuck you then you prick

I still have them naked pics of you and I will post them on the internet.

This is shit. It makes life hard work. Stop being irritating and shit. If you do not get the response you want just move on. No need for this shit aggression.

Being a fucking cheapskate – We are all skint. Which is, in itself, shit. However we all pay our own way. And many of us are happy to help out those that may be skinter than most. However the shitness that we cannot tolerate is the shitness of being unwilling to put your hand in your pocket. If it’s a meal, split it. If it’s your round, buy it. And if you have to pay just that little bit extra because you are slightly better off, don’t be shit, just fucking do it.

Not indicating – This one goes out to all the Costco customers out there, can I get a whoop-whoop. Actually no, don’t bother, I don’t want it. What the fuck is wrong with you cunts? Why the fuck can’t you just stop being shit and indicate. This includes corners and roundabouts.  

I am sure there are other forms of shitness. I shall probably re-visit this in the future, I will see you there.

puzzling

Another cartoon, starring me, as a dog!

 

 

 

do you have it?

If you’ve got it, flaunt it.

Well what is it? I certainly don’t think I have it. Whatever it may be. And, if you do think you have it, are you not a bit conceited?

My first set went live on Suicide Girls on 19 January. It made me a nervous wreck. What if people don’t like me, what if I look fat, what if you can see my wobbly bits, what if….? I have had a few more shoots since then and the paranoia has not gone. However, I understand completely who I am and what I look like naked now.

It’s an ongoing joke with the Handsome Devils Club that everyone has seen me naked. I am not sure everyone has. A lot of people but not everyone.

I want to tell you what I have learned the past few weeks having had some conversations with lots of Hopefuls like me. We all have insecurities. We worry about how we look. We worry about wobbly bums, fat thighs and saggy stomachs. The only difference is we are comfortable in our own skins.

So here is to the beautiful ladies. The oes who are so really really ridiculously good looking that they look hot in a bin bag:

Fische, Changeling, Marly, Finella, EvaMaria, Kiplin, Chocolat,Elye,Chibbi, Phalaen, Nanci, Reuben_, Miyo

And here is to the girls who have been so funny and friendly these past few weeks, Nanci, Fische, Marly, Kiplin, Finella and Miyo. You girls are amazing and I am honoured to have met you. xx

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