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It won’t change

All my life, I’ve been a lonely person. Even when I’m in the company of some people, whether inside a conference, workshop, gathering or party, I’m always lonely. You could put me in a room full of 10, 20, 30 or maybe even 150 people and I’ll still feel lonely.

It was only a practical joke

Please don't overthink this, or overlay it with current extreme lenses. Many years ago, I was dating a fine woman from another country, who had little experience of food in North America. One day, I had cooked a corned beef that I had bought at a grocery store. My friend saw some of it on a plate at my home and asked for a taste. She liked it, a lot. When she asked me what it was, mischief got the better of me, and I answered, "It is whale meat". My friend liked it so much that she asked where she could buy it, and I told her the name of the grocery store. Does anyone play practical jokes, anymore? Please spare us both any 2024 overlay that I was a sexist colonizer exploiting an vulnerable woman of colour. My friend and I still laugh about it.

Bald is beautiful

I’m almost 40. Had a look at myself in the mirror and noticed my hair is thinning. I’m beginning to think it’s falling out. Nope, I’d rather not buy Rogaine. It’s too expensive and has these weird side effects. Hopefully, it falls out sooner than later so that way I could have a nice George Costanza look.

Today's music is crap....

That's right I said it, why do young people/youth today listen to talentless hipster groups that no one has heard of, like The Dead Milkmen, The Cure, The Selector, Alice Bag, Alien Sex Fiend, The Gun Club, SNFU etc....why can't young people listen to good ol' rock n roll of the past like Chicago, Alan Parsons project, Emerson Lake & Palmer Air Supply or Ambrosia....good rock music should not be forgotten....& today's youth should not forget that.

Strength

I've arrived at the conclusion that real strength is learning both how to stay positive in the face of pain and hardship, and how to count your blessings. It's easy to blame the world for all that's wrong. It's super difficult though to still keep on going, and wear every physical and mental wound on your chest like a badge of honour and bravery, and somehow find it within you to keep smiling. I tip my hat to Paul Alexander, the man who made it to 78 in trapped in an iron lung, and practiced law and knew how to laugh and love. And here's to those who grew up in slums and abject poverty, and discovered humour and humility in their squalor. Here's to every other story of survival and resilience. To be able to rise from ashes and rebuild yourself or even re-root, sometimes multiple times over, takes major guts. To me, they are true heros and stars. They're all among us, and most of the time completely invisible. Never, ever judge a book by its cover.

Sick Again

Due in large part to exposure to secondhand cigarette smoke. I don't smoke, but there are some stupid, morally unevolved humans that do: my neighbour living in the next suite of our non-smoking apartment; a few of the regular passengers on my bus commute that inconsiderately empty their smoke-filled lungs inside the transit vehicle; and, a few of the contractors that come into my workplace, that do the same thing. Lung cancer is a bad way to go, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but sometimes I feel like they should suffer, like I'm suffering right now.

Not a Fetish

I am a big girl and its so hard to meet a decent guy who loves me for me. I am 5'0 and 250 pounds and I am curvy in all the right places. I just wish I could meet a guy who didn't treat me like some kind of fetish.

Blunt

I come off as intense because I am. I really do not have time for a superficial life whatsoever. If some people have an issue with that too bad, so sad. Sorry not sorry.

Decentish Human

The longer I live with myself, the more I realize just how hard it is trying to erase -largely self-inflicted- past hurt. You can visit shrinks and read psychology books till the cows come home, but certain pain prangs seem to linger for forever and a day. The hardest of these is learning how to let go of people you loved deeply but either whose affection wasn't reciprocal or it was, but they simply belonged elsewhere at that point in time. Oh, and realizing that you hurt them when you didn't mean to at all, as a result. Saying sorry never cuts it; moreover you can't rewind life like you can a video tape (I is old). Learning how to be a decentish human seems to be a lifetime endeavour of trial and error. It doesn't require money, owning fancy things, or even a primary school education either. You can have twelve degrees, live in the British Properties, and still be a royal hemroid. The only thing that seems to soothe the bitterness of facing our inner rattlesnake at times is wishing those we hurt well, and hope/pray that they're living good lives, if they still happen to be alive. Forgiving others seems to start with forgiving yourself, if you're willing to acknowledge that you ain't no saint that is, and that love should be selfless. I still got a looong way to go.

First Lesson of Getting Educated

Don't get scammed by extremely high tuition prices. Learn something that has value and can used as a trade to make an income. Understand that in the working world, people will use you. In the academia world, university employees will use you as well-- for an income.

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Happy Day Cafe on Kingsway

You were sitting by yourself & you ordered a few Curry Fish Balls and a few deep-fried Spring...