that the closest acquaintance I have is the warm, friendly Croatian lady at Tim Horton's.
I love to swear. I like to arrange as many offensive words together like a verbal strand of pearls born from the irritating moments of my day. Alliteration is key, and being able to paint a picture. Throwing in unexpected ideas or words into the mix is fun. Unfortunately I have to keep it to myself as I’ve yet to find a group of people who feel the same way.
My brother deleted his Facebook & Instagram because he said they were too distracting....yet now he spends everyday looking in the Georgia Straight Confessions & I Saw You's.....how Ironic.
I'm unable to tell a good friend why the clientele doesn't like his business.
I was brought up to be honest and do the right things. But it has gotten me no where and only brought heartache into my life.
Maybe I'm just stupid but I feel I tried my very best to do the right things to take care of my family, work hard and sacrifice my whole existence to make sure they were well taken care of.
Now I am reavalulating these thoughts because it gets you no where and no one seems to really care and no one else has the same values as my mom instilled in me.
Damn it's a sad ass world we live in.
Some lady can hang outside with her baby smoking pot and partying til 1am in the morning and no says anything about it yet I'm being set up to be some horrible person cause I complain about wrong doings and to try to set things right in a horrific organization only concerned about the bottem line and money.
I'm tired of doing the right things !
Tired of being shit on !
Maybe I won't care about doing the right thing things anymore !
I know this makes no sense to anyone not knowing the whole story but it does to me.
So bloody tired !
Why is the world so unjust ?
I have no chill whatsoever. It’s maddening. I wish that very little phased me, but most of it does. I mentally freeze up often and suddenly everything feels too warm. Speaking up becomes useless as my entire vocabulary decides to have a fire drill and vacate my mind. I wish I could be calm, collected. And I’m not.
I’ve been in a marriage for six years. My partner who was mentally amazing and stayed by me through my illnesses (both physical and mental) for years, is now mentally ill. It’s been horrible. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been yelled at. He’s starting to do the work but it’s been so hard. We’ve had many hardships that would make anyone depressed, but it also really got worse with the pandemic. Some days I feel like the strongest person ever for being a partner through thick and very thin, and sometimes I feel like a total idiot for staying. The yelling has become less and they end up sobbing in my arms after. I am just so so very tired. Anyone been through a bad depressive episode to make it through the other side? He started CBT therapy, and we know antidepressants are an option. I’m just also scared of antidepressants because five out of my eight closest friends are on them and aren’t doing much better. Depression seems like the next pandemic.
I recently realized that this person I tried (and failed) to have a normal relationship with is very likely on the spectrum. Once I started thinking about their inability to relate to a lot of what’s considered normal human emotions the puzzle pieces started to come together. They’ve never had a long term relationship with anyone except their family, so it makes sense if I think of it that way. Otherwise they just seem so cold and insensitive, so thinking of them as being undiagnosed but on the spectrum makes it easier to have some empathy for them even though they don’t have any for anyone else.
I've known a college friend for 30 years but I secretly don't want to tell him how I made lot of gain on investment. He was always secretive about his finances in ungenerous ways so its reciprocal
Some people aren’t honest about their true feelings or intentions about other people. Sometimes they don’t even know what they are themselves. So when I ask what your intention was in saying or doing something, maybe I’m not just asking for my own sake but also for yours. If you can’t be honest with me, at least be honest with yourself. Once you’ve mastered that concept it’s very freeing. It’s being authentic, which for some people is a foreign concept.