The Irish is Strong in this One.

(Two posts in one day? Don't get used to it.)

I'm Irish, and when I say that, I don't mean I was born in Ireland. I don't wave the green, orange and white around, I don't pretend to have an accent to get laid. I'm married now, she knows.
But, I come from a very Irish family, with Irish traits. Dear God... we practically bleed green. To drill this home;
Fathers side: I'm the fourth Gen from Ireland, so yeah...
Mothers side: South Boston Irish Catholic mother, recovering Alcoholic.

Yep, if Irish was a job, there's a winning resume.
Someone brought up the whole dumbass controversy of "Merry Christmas" as opposed to "Happy Holidays", which I will sum up in this next sentence.
December has Twelve Holidays, it's not sacriligious, it's efficient.

Anyway, this is about the Irish way of greeting people, or seeing them off. Because I've noticed, we do it sort of differently than most. When I worked at the Chinese place, my boss used to stare at me for how I replied to him. I would head out on a delivery, he'd say "bye" or "hurry back", someone else would go, I'd say "good luck". As if it was some sort of challenge.
Part of me wonders if this is because of that most Irish mentality of telling things to fuck the hell off. I've noticed that my family, and my Irish friends, tend to look at weather, problems, or daily tasks, as a bold face challenge from whatever we have to do. It's personal now.
Like the drive itself is out to get you, we're wishing you luck on kicking that drives ass with your car and appropriate sense of direction.
Another common one was the "have fun" and its' like. While it's not so much a parting farewell to someone who's going to an arcade, it's sort of us telling them that they should enjoy what they're about to go do. It's not even sarcasitic, but a bit sadistic. We're telling them to find some sort of enjoyment in what they have to do.
Remember every stereotypical Irishman in every movie you've seen one in, they always have the same response to things; "Fuck'n hell man, that was an intense gun fight! I've only been shot twice, God I hope there's more of 'em!"

I wonder if this preinclination to challenging inanimate objects and desire to find enjoyment in everything, leads to our bred-in violence. I remember talking to a guy I work with about my nephew Kalen's first fight.
Kalen was on the slide, big kid was being a dick, pushing the other kids off, including Kalen. Finally, he "done goofed" and pushed the girl Kalen decided was cute enough for his attention, and this angered him. So Kalen went back up the slide, threw the kid off, and beat him on the ground.
To every Irishman out there, Kalen just got a salute, and possibly an offer of a beer. To the guy I work with (Louisianna French... didn't know that was a thing), this was horrible, he actually vilified Kalen, praying he'd never see the kid in school because he "obviously over reacted". To me that just seemed stupid, the kid obviously hit first, and Kalen did what ever PSA ever said "just walked away" and WHOA! The big kid did it again! It was almost as if he was rewarded for being violent, and it made him do it again! I'd go further into this subject, but I don't have the time for a ground breaking thesis in the field of psychology.

Basically, this post really doesn't have any meaning behind it... it's my day off and I'm bored, read me rant.