I work as a manager at a high-end condo complex and the chickens are coming home to roost for people who have had their investment condos sitting empty, or were using them for illegal vacation rentals. I had a few people asking me to write letters for them to submit to CRA because they're being nailed by the empty homes tax and they want me to lie for them, to the revenue agency, telling them their suites were occupied. When I tell them "no", I don't want to get involved in their personal, financial affairs, I get e-mails, boy do I get e-mails, angry all-caps or sarcastic replies. I use to be afraid of people being angry or having bad opinions of me but I just don't care anymore, screw them.
I recently learned that a close family member who I thought loved and respected me does not. During some family drama regarding someone else in our family, they let their true feelings about me be known. I learned that they have serious contempt for me and feel very superior, and that this has been their true feelings forever. I’m not allowing their opinion to make me feel badly about myself though, because I’m confident that I’m worthy of love and respect. But this new knowledge has irreparably damaged our relationship, and that makes me very sad indeed.
I want to give a big thank you to my cat Negi. This fabulous cat has helped my friends and family during Covid, soothed panic attacks, anxieties, broken hearts, IT tech support... and most of all, helping me stay "calm" while I maneuver and prepare for my hospice care and eventual death from breast cancer (stage IV).
I am truly lucky to have this cool cat (and neighbourhood dogs) in my life.
I feel more safe walking down the street if there was a stylish well groomed cute guy near mr as opposed to a guy who dresses like he shops at Walmart for clothes or has no style.
The people I thought were close were actually not. And that's turned out to be a really good thing
Thank God pants are not as often necessary as in Before Times
The relationships I bled for before ended up bleeding themselves out on their own
The people who stuck around were not who I thought would
I'm actually more than ok on my own than I thought I could be
Nesting is a very real thing, and when done right (just authentically for myself) is actually amazing
The feel of Good Toilet Paper is absolutely real (when available)
If I have to spend time on my own, I might as well start getting to know myself
Always add more garlic
'Chores' are just performing loving favours for my Future Self ("I know Future Me won't want to do these dishes, so I'll just do them now")
I actually love myself more than I thought I did
Cleaning is pretty therapeutic
Instead of envying evidence of coupled neighbours, I can instead be happy such connections still exist
I don't have to make up excuses for not wanting to be around negative people
It's more than okay to just sit in a contented space of simply Existing
Accomplishments can be small. I got dressed today. That's a Pretty Big Deal, really:
I have a Body to Dress
This body. I hated it before, but now I love it, because even though it's not perfect, it's gotten me here, to enjoy all these small joys in this space of Universal Lack and Pain
Lack and Pain are both still Feelings. I'm thankful to be able to Feel
Small joys. A good meal made. An artful playlist curated. A decent connection at the grocery till. A returned smile at a stoplight. Hey, that dog wagged its tail at me. That's really cool
I never got to know Real Me in the Before Times. I never knew all the small wonders that could possibly make me happy, because I was always so busy busy busy at trying to be be be
Even though I dutifully wear a mask now in all public spaces, I actually get to wear none of the ones I made myself wear before
I'm just me
I'm just finally Me
I love me.
And I hope you all love You too.
I just found out my husband has been looking at pornography on the internet since he was 12 years old. He has never told me about this ever. I understand the need before you are married but after you should have no need for this. I don't understand why he felt the need to keep this a secret for so long.
I don't even know who I married.
I work as a shelter worker in a high barrier shelter for a Christian organization (or shall I say corporation) and I don't think I want to continue in this line of work. I originally signed up to help people, but I feel I am more of a baby sitter working at a homeless shelter where hospitals dump their patients' with severe mental health issues. None of us are equipped to deal with psychosis and behavioral issues. I had good intentions in this field but I am too burnt out to go on.
What a great song. Besides that, sometimes I really do. Oh, hi! Beavis and Butthead was a great cartoon. I miss there actually being good TV on at night. I don’t even own a TV. Who remembers Johnny Carson?
I never wanted to have a kid. I never understood the aura around marriage and weddings.
But I watched as the people I knew all got married. I saw their life updates when they had a child. Now they are all starting to separate or divorce. It all seems painful and dramatic and expensive to me. I think I made the right choices not doing these things but by not participating in the usual life course I am kind of excluded from social circles with those who are 'normal.'
I regret is not telling people off more often in life, when they deserved it. Avoiding conflict and just rolling over is not a solution to anything!!