Post by Shea O’Hara on Apr 8, 2021 14:28:19 GMT
Shea O’Hara sat alone in her hotel room in Edinburgh absorbing he news of the riots and domestic terrorism that had been sweeping through parts of Northern Ireland for about a week now. Reports of petrol bombs, police attacks and burning buses occupied the windows of her laptop screen. Twitter outrage over the Irish Sea Border and Brexit was almost as fascinating to watch unfold as it was depressing. This is why she stayed off Twitter more than some of her colleagues these days.
Shea closed her blog barely three words in, her mood to write completely zapped. Nothing was getting written whilst she was in this mood. She thumbed through her phone and thought about talking to Abigail, but she’d likely only have hollow sentiments to offer in sympathy because she was more the adopted daughter of Texas than she was from Ireland. Like Fiona, only somebody she could talk to for more than five minutes without wanting to strangle her.
The worst thing she could say about Abigail is that she was getting a little too close to Eternity in her opinion, but it wasn’t her place nor her problem and she was almost certain that whilst Abigail wouldn’t outright dismiss her concerns, she wouldn’t appreciate them either. Abigail always meant well, she was just more than a little naive about how the world and people worked sometimes.
If Vivienne wasn’t finally starting to process her own shit and move on with her life, Shea may have taken the opportunity to open up to her best friend about everything she felt and how unhappy she was with the current direction of her life. She wasn’t living anymore, not really, just going through the motions, spinning her wheels in an invisible ditch. She knew Vivienne would be there, she always was. She knew if she asked,Vivienne would put Shea ahead even of herself. That’s just the kind of person she was, and that’s exactly why Shea felt she couldn’t ask.
No, this was something Shea had to figure out on her own, a crossroads she had to navigate by herself. It was her life, and ultimately she was the only one who had any control over where she went from here. She still had no desire to return to the ring, she’d peaked early in the business. She was only in her late twenties and already she’d left her mark on the business as a multiple time Champion, tried her hand at commentary away from IWF for a time and now had a steady backstage position in IWF, something which made her the envy of Fiona McFly at least. So at least that was something.
Personally though, she felt unfulfilled.
Surely there was more to life than this?
Ping.
The chat window named ‘Ma’ popped up.
Ma: I don’t think you should come home.
Shea took a deep breath as she typed.
Shea: I don’t think I have a choice, Ma. I go where they send me.
Ma: Have you seen the news lately? You’re better off staying where you are, dear.
Shea: Yes, Ma, I’ve seen it, but I don’t think Mr Verona would appreciate me dropping my responsibilities on such short notice.
Ma: Well then, he’s a bigger idiot than I thought. Now is one of the worst times to come to Ireland.
Shea sighed, more than a little exasperated you her mother’s concern, even if it was justified.
Shea: I’m almost positive he doesn’t see it like that. He sees it as the people need an escape from reality now more than ever, and IWF has a vital role in providing that for them.
Ma: Such a humanitarian. I’m sure it has nothing to do with all the money he’d lose if he cancelled one of the most lucrative tours of the year.
Shea: Wow Ma, that’s cynical, even for you.
Ma: Can’t you talk to that travel coordinator idiot, Julia? It’s her job, isn’t it?
Shea: Her name is Yulia, and no Ma, I can’t. I’m only a road agent, besides she doesn’t need my stress, especially whilst she’s expecting.Besides I want to see Da, how is he?
Ma: He’s fine.
Shea: Don’t lie to me Ma, I’m not a little girl, I don’t need protecting.
Ma: Ups and downs, haven’t had the best couple of months, I admit.
Shea sighed.
Shea: So I need to see him.
Ma: I can’t talk you out of this, can I?
Shea: Nope.
Ma: At least tell me you’ve sorted out your love life.
An abrupt change of subject from one topic Ma didn’t want to talk about to one Shea didn’t want to talk about, Shea rolled her eyes.
Shea: Subtle, Ma.
Ma: So that’s a no then, is it?
Shea: What’s to sort?
Ma: You can’t wait forever dear, eventually you’re going to have to accept that some things just aren’t meant to be.
Shea: Maybe you’re right, Ma.
Shea looked at her phone, and clicked the Home button, cancelling out of her phone book and the impulse to call Vivienne. Some things just weren’t meant to happen today. Shea closed her laptop and sat on the bed alone, with only her thoughts for company for the rest of the evening.
Shea closed her blog barely three words in, her mood to write completely zapped. Nothing was getting written whilst she was in this mood. She thumbed through her phone and thought about talking to Abigail, but she’d likely only have hollow sentiments to offer in sympathy because she was more the adopted daughter of Texas than she was from Ireland. Like Fiona, only somebody she could talk to for more than five minutes without wanting to strangle her.
The worst thing she could say about Abigail is that she was getting a little too close to Eternity in her opinion, but it wasn’t her place nor her problem and she was almost certain that whilst Abigail wouldn’t outright dismiss her concerns, she wouldn’t appreciate them either. Abigail always meant well, she was just more than a little naive about how the world and people worked sometimes.
If Vivienne wasn’t finally starting to process her own shit and move on with her life, Shea may have taken the opportunity to open up to her best friend about everything she felt and how unhappy she was with the current direction of her life. She wasn’t living anymore, not really, just going through the motions, spinning her wheels in an invisible ditch. She knew Vivienne would be there, she always was. She knew if she asked,Vivienne would put Shea ahead even of herself. That’s just the kind of person she was, and that’s exactly why Shea felt she couldn’t ask.
No, this was something Shea had to figure out on her own, a crossroads she had to navigate by herself. It was her life, and ultimately she was the only one who had any control over where she went from here. She still had no desire to return to the ring, she’d peaked early in the business. She was only in her late twenties and already she’d left her mark on the business as a multiple time Champion, tried her hand at commentary away from IWF for a time and now had a steady backstage position in IWF, something which made her the envy of Fiona McFly at least. So at least that was something.
Personally though, she felt unfulfilled.
Surely there was more to life than this?
Ping.
The chat window named ‘Ma’ popped up.
Ma: I don’t think you should come home.
Shea took a deep breath as she typed.
Shea: I don’t think I have a choice, Ma. I go where they send me.
Ma: Have you seen the news lately? You’re better off staying where you are, dear.
Shea: Yes, Ma, I’ve seen it, but I don’t think Mr Verona would appreciate me dropping my responsibilities on such short notice.
Ma: Well then, he’s a bigger idiot than I thought. Now is one of the worst times to come to Ireland.
Shea sighed, more than a little exasperated you her mother’s concern, even if it was justified.
Shea: I’m almost positive he doesn’t see it like that. He sees it as the people need an escape from reality now more than ever, and IWF has a vital role in providing that for them.
Ma: Such a humanitarian. I’m sure it has nothing to do with all the money he’d lose if he cancelled one of the most lucrative tours of the year.
Shea: Wow Ma, that’s cynical, even for you.
Ma: Can’t you talk to that travel coordinator idiot, Julia? It’s her job, isn’t it?
Shea: Her name is Yulia, and no Ma, I can’t. I’m only a road agent, besides she doesn’t need my stress, especially whilst she’s expecting.Besides I want to see Da, how is he?
Ma: He’s fine.
Shea: Don’t lie to me Ma, I’m not a little girl, I don’t need protecting.
Ma: Ups and downs, haven’t had the best couple of months, I admit.
Shea sighed.
Shea: So I need to see him.
Ma: I can’t talk you out of this, can I?
Shea: Nope.
Ma: At least tell me you’ve sorted out your love life.
An abrupt change of subject from one topic Ma didn’t want to talk about to one Shea didn’t want to talk about, Shea rolled her eyes.
Shea: Subtle, Ma.
Ma: So that’s a no then, is it?
Shea: What’s to sort?
Ma: You can’t wait forever dear, eventually you’re going to have to accept that some things just aren’t meant to be.
Shea: Maybe you’re right, Ma.
Shea looked at her phone, and clicked the Home button, cancelling out of her phone book and the impulse to call Vivienne. Some things just weren’t meant to happen today. Shea closed her laptop and sat on the bed alone, with only her thoughts for company for the rest of the evening.
Well howdy there pardner.