There are two viruses right now

Covid19 and selfishness. Both seem to be contagious. Everyone please take a moment to think about what you’re doing. We’re all in this together.

Celebrities Stop

I am tired of celebrities telling us all how we can do better, like them, by staying at home. I have no problem with the staying home concept, but I hate hearing about it as they post from their mansions. Stop applauding yourselves. You all have so much wealth staying home isn’t a hardship. Again, not saying people should go out, but i’d rather hear from someone in a 600 sq ft apartment talking about their choice to stay home than some smug actress getting her damn food helicoptered into her 30 acre property. Also... most people can’t afford not to work, or will get evicted and starve. Celebrities, stop applauding yourselves for having enough money to make lifestyle choice most cannot afford. You sound as out of touch as Marie Antoinette.

Why is your skiing or mtn biking more important than everyone’s health?

I’m upset that many people are complaining that they’re being asked to not ski, mtn bike, climb, or do other higher risk activities right now. These facebook groups have hundreds of people saying they’ll do what they want and this is such a sacrifice to their mental health. WTF. There are 1000s of people laid off, with more coming each week, all stressed about the possibility of months without money. All the people working in healthcare who are going to be overworked and stressed and exposed to the virus every day. So many people who are immunocompromised and on heightened alert and trapped at home. All the small business owners not sure if they can survive more than a month of closure. But screw them all right? Cause you need another trip to ski climb mtn bike with your crew. Going to other towns, pumping gas, hanging out in groups, leaving a trail of who knows what, posting pics, setting an example to ignore all the messages to stay home. And if you get hurt and need search and rescue, paramedics, nurses, doctors, a hospital bed... screw them right?

Names you don’t hear anymore

I’m tired of these same stupid names you hear these days. Cody, Blake, Ethan, Chelsea....meh. Hailey, Kailey and Bailey sound like the biggest bunch of Queen bees. Whatever happened to good old names like Frank, Sally, Albert, George, Sasha, Henry, Klaus or Otto?

Loudness vs kindness

I want to shake each self-involved twat that complains about the child learning to walk in the apartment above them. It’s a beautiful thing that won’t last for long, so be a kind soul and be appreciative of your own life.

Why I confess

I have few friends. That’s never really bothered me because I’m a bit introverted and I’ve never been that social. But as I’ve gotten older the few important friends in my life have drifted away. Either they moved away, had kids late in life and so couldn’t hang out anymore, or else we just grew apart. So now I’ve got no one left that I can really talk to about things going on with me. I’m presently single again. I’ve got adult children but they have enough of their own things to deal with and they don’t need to hear the innermost thoughts of their parent. So sometimes I come on here just so that I can feel like I’m actually talking to someone else, not just to myself. Thanks for listening.

Too independent

I must have a soul mate Somewhere but We can’t be together Because I smoke pot And he prefers the harder things He wanted to get married and have a family I wanted to become someone worth marrying Before I had a family I had no idea that i’d have to choose one Over the other How unfair to live a life Healing myself from traumas Brought on by men To vigilantly protecting myself from Men only to reach a stage Where Men no longer want me And I’m dying to be loved by them. Looking into my aging eyes reminds them Of their own mortality. I’ve always loved the maturity Of an older man Yet I cant compete with the reassurance Of a much younger woman. I wanted to be cool for him So we could live a cool life Together and grow old In an unconventional way He wanted a smaller version Of me. Same smile, same hair But with a smaller More showcaseable body I wanted a smart man But Being smart is very attractive And he married someone who really Wanted to get married. Smart men don’t need to stay single Being single is more work And that isn’t smart I wanted to be independent For him So we could be equal partners In life He wanted to feel needed And knowing that I could Do it without him Made him insecure I worked on myself I stopped comparing myself To other women. But he liked it when I was jealous It made him feel powerful The drama that I worked so Dilligently to remove from my life Was the substance he built His existence around It gave him a sense of purpose I wanted to find someone Who has seen some shit Yet still lives in the light But those men are pieces That fit someone else’s puzzle I wanted to find true love When I’d really grown up Only I grew up into An era full of porn and polyamory I accept that I was never meant To bear children of my own There was a reason I couldn’t picture it But I wanted someone to love me so much that they wanted To have children with me I can live without the children But without that love? It never occurred to me that I’d have to.

What i'm thankful for

I don't yet personally know anyone that has this virus. I live alone. No more roommates (thank the sky friends). I fixed that old espresso machine earlier this year. I have enough to pay my rent. I have food and can get food. I turn on my tap and there's clean water. I take a shit in a washroom, alone, usually on the internet. I have the internet. The fact that i'm canadian and live in a country that will not be completely devastated by this virus. Board games with solitaire option. My plants. Music! Everyone reading this from their homes where they should be and where they should stay.


I'm so sick of hearing about the corona...however, the amount of jokes this gave me/us is amazing haha

Competitive Couple

Once in our twenties my wife and I were hiking Lynn Peak and we were taking it slow on the descent. This couple in their 40s kept passing us every time we stopped for a minute or two. It was a bit like the tortoise and the hare because we were faster (when moving) so we'd pass them and then stop and they'd pass us again. It started to feel like a bit of a race. So finally we just started running down the mountain. They saw us fly past them and immediately broke into a run to try and keep up. Or maybe they assumed we were being chased by a bear. Anyway it was hilarious to look back at them running full speed down the slope. We won.


Hey, my eyes are down

I’ve seen you, and I feel you’ve seen me.. ...


Savage Love: Weigh the risk of intimacy in a pandemic

My question is on managing “grey area” intimacies during the pandemic.