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Welcome to the Blind Boy podcast.

It's very chilly here in Limerick City.

Thank fuck.

It's almost the end of November.

And it's only getting cold now.

We've had a sweaty winter thus far.

It's been an unnaturally sweaty November. Something I've

really only noticed in the past, maybe three or four years. It's become viscerally

perceivable, but in winter in particular, I'm noticing climate change in real time. The reason I'm noticing it mostly around September, October is

because I have such strong memories of September and October. Because of memories are going back to school.

Year after year after year. Repetition and routine builds strong memories. What

it was like to go back to school. For me, going back to school, I associate it with an anxiety in the pit of my stomach.

I never knew why it was there.

I never knew what I was afraid of.

There was no specific theme or fear around the anxiety.

Of course I now know it was social anxiety.

I went from the freedom of summertime where I had three months to explore my own interests,

spend lots of time by myself, to suddenly being back into the routine of school and being forced to be in a classroom

all day with a lot of people and having to socialize and obey the rules and sit still.

But I have very pronounced and vivid memories of this period

because school started in September.

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