You Know You’re Irish When…
The condensation on your pint of Guinness takes the shape of shamrocks
You believe that to forgive is divine, but you don’t exercise it yourself.
You won’t eat meat on Friday, but you’ll drink a pint for breakfast.
You consider any Irishman who has become successful a traitor.
You have great respect for the truth, and you only use it in emergencies.
The further you get from Ireland, the more Irish you get.
You eat home fried taters for breakfast, potato bread for lunch, and potato stew for dinner.
You cry at sad movies, but you cheer in battle.
You will never play professional basketball.
You swear very well.
You think you sing very well.
There isn’t a huge difference between losing your temper and killing someone.
You’re strangely poetic after a few beers.
You can’t wait for the other guy to stop talking so you can start talking.
Much of your food is boiled.
Your parents were on a first name basis with everyone at the local emergency room.
There wasn’t a huge difference between your last wake and your last keg party.
Well over half of the above are true in my case (okay, so it’s really more like 99%; most of my food is fried). Growing up, my mother always made a big deal of our French-Canadian and Indian heritage. While I am very proud of those parts, it wasn’t until I learned of my Irish heritage that so many of my personality quirks made sense. See if any of the above apply to you.