There's a single male who sits outside a coffee shop on Robson every weekend, for a half an hour each time, having a coffee & eating a baked good...just sitting there, doing nothing, not reading, not looking at his phone, just looking out at the street, that's all....it's so creepy I try to walk fast by that coffee shop.

I would much rather attend a pride parade on Sunday than sit through a boring sermon at church, only to be fed gobbledygook about how I’m going to go to hell unless if I jump off a bridge to follow Jesus. As far as I’m concerned, LGBTQ2S+ is way more popular than Jesus.

Okay, so the government prints a ton of money, things shoot up way above any real affordability measure in real estate, and then they extend the mortgage so we can pay it off longer into a time frame when we are retired and cannot earn any income? This economy is f*cked! Our government is f*cked!

To piss me off: You've had a cigarette in the last 10 to 15 minutes. You board the bus/train or come into my office, and breathe your cancer smoke in my face. I fucking hate that. I. FUCKING. HATE. THAT.

It’s true what they say you know, that when you’re at the end of your life you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the things you did. My time is coming to an end sooner than I expected, and I can definitely say that my biggest regret was not leaving a doomed relationship as soon as my gut instincts told me to. All those wasted years and now there’s no time left. So if I could do it all over again I’d risk more, adventure more, say goodbye to toxic people sooner, and not give a rat’s ass about the approval of other people about my decisions.

I’m definitely in favour of legalizing pot and have used it myself since the 70’s. But come on. You can’t have it both ways. You can’t justify holding an unsanctioned event that takes over one of the most popular places in the city, causes a ton of damage to the turf, while selling what is now a controlled substance, and expect nothing to change. Legalization isn’t perfect, but it’s a lot better than it used to be when people were getting arrested for smoking a joint. So grow up and stop whining about your “protest” because everyone knows it’s not that and it’s really just a pot fest with thousands of people illegally selling products and getting stoned on the street. It’s over. Deal with it.

Being around my good, long time friends with toddlers is exhausting. They try to arrange hangouts centred around having all of the kids together but I’d rather just be their friend.

I'm tired of living a lie. I am gay. I am 57 and only recently admitted it to myself . I looked in the mirror and just said it. "I'm gay". A flood of feelings came over me in that moment. I felt a heavy weight fall off me. It felt wonderful! But I was terrified at the same time. I couldn't believe what I was saying. I fought it and went back and forth for a long time but I am tired of the conflict. There's this cute guy who has flirting with me and I'm going to give him what he wants.

If I had been born a few decades earlier I would probably have learned much sooner in my life about the long term effects of childhood neglect and trauma. How being left alone to deal with fear, loneliness, and grief teaches a child that they have to be strong no matter what. So now that I’m nearing the end of my life in isolation, I understand that it didn’t have to be so lonely and difficult. If I’d known how to ask for help when I needed it, in a direct way, not with subtle hints that were dropped in the hopes that someone would understand and help me, I might have chosen partners who weren’t emotionally unavailable. Now I know that creating a suit of emotional armour might help in times of trauma to get you through it, but if you don’t learn how and when to take it off it becomes too effective at keeping other people from getting close enough to help you. I don’t even have the words anymore to express my pain to another soul, because it’s so overwhelming and I’m afraid I’d drown them. I long to be vulnerable but I’m terrified at the prospect because I feel like I’d start crying and never stop. My advice to young people is to do the work to unpack all that baggage before it’s too late. The information is all over the internet, so get going.

I feel truly sorry for people in the construction industry. Most of them ...no, nearly every one of them are sad. They choose insecurity and ignorance, and wonder why their lives are filled with obstacles while they dish out hate to anyone not like them. Well, when your go-to is to openly hate people that you don't bother to get to know, you are begging for misfortune and people like me are happy to oblige. You don't know who the person you act mean to is or what they do, but when I meet people like them, especially ones who mention the company they work for, I flag them at work. These are the same people who come with hat in hand and wonder why people like me in power say "no". I don't just do that, I make sure to spread the word to other contacts and all relevant organizations. I don't bother with social media, I talk to industry contacts. No, not talk to them...warn them. So, next time you look for favours and someone says they can't help you, know that there's a pretty good chance you've screwed yourself indefinitely.