I just don't understand how so many people are meeting people online. I have a profile up on multiple dating sites and the only men that contact me are out of shape, old, and bald. I am 37 years old and am in great physical condition and people often comment how I look like I am 21 years old. I have a great personality and have traveled the world.
Dating is becoming hopeless.
Lives diverged a decade ago and we haven't spoke since. But I occasionally (okay, more than occasionally) check back on social media. Sad looking photos don't necessarily mean a sad life (I guess) but anyway I hope she's doing better than she's letting on.
And it's nobody else's business.
I just noticed it's been a year and a half since our break up and I feel fine. I only miss having a "best friend".
When I got my first lululemons 15 years ago, we would wear skirts overtop when we left the yoga studio.
Covid has taught me that people will fuck you over for a roll of toilet paper. They can be nice and thoughtful and kind but as the pandemic starts to end they are returning to “normal”; bitter, critical assholes, putting some serious hard labor into looking for the tiniest flaw to get over-angry about.
I’m going to end my relationship. Again. Some people just cannot ever be satisfied. This person is one of them. We’ve been through this same cycle for far too many years. Nothing changes. No matter how much I give, their needs are bottomless. It’s a lost cause. Last night was a tantrum they threw because I didn’t immediately drop what I was doing to acquiesce to their demand that I get them something from the kitchen. Apparently waiting for another couple of minutes was just too much, and that warranted a rant about how I’m not treating them the way they deserve. I know that I’m giving as much as I’m capable of giving, and that I’ve gone above and beyond for them countless times, but no matter what I do or how much I give, they always let me know that I’m not good enough. So obviously I should let them go find someone else who will be able to satisfy their needs. I’m completely exhausted and I no longer care to try.
But I find it increasingly harder to make an effort to get out of bed and make it all the way to the bathtub. What do you think?
I work at a fancy university and get paid poverty wages. I think I'm going to quit and move to another city so I don't have to live in a basement suite like I've failed at life.
Man, this city is messed up. The corporations are bad too. They don't recognize how badly they pay people.
After giving birth I've found my feelings of victim-hood grow proportionally to how short I cut my hair.