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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.

Have the extremest know-it-alls

considered how the original Indigenous inhabitants of these Unceeded Territories feel when they hear the hate-filled comments of the children of immigrants calling down their misguided wrath on recent immigrants? How about this for an idea? People of good will put their hands and hearts together to help avert the perils of today's World from the massive destruction of a pending WW3 and environment collapse .... OCM Coast Salish affirmations

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.

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.

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.

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.

so cold

There is nothing worse then silence. Especially when you don't understand why. Don't leave people on read. Grow the hell up and communicate like an adult instead of saying nothing at all and letting things fall apart. It's unhealthy . Why throw away such a long friendship away ? At least say why. You say you want unconditional love. But once you have it you run from it and treat the person like a resource, like an option and pull on there heart string, giving them false hope, and trampling on there heart and not even caring. That's brutal . Do you even care that your destroying me . You pretended to love me for what why? I love you and let you into my home to help you but you took advantage of that. You were mean and played with my feelings ,disrespected me and my home. I didn't want to kick you out but what choice did I have. You didn't help with anything not even cleaning up. All I wanted was just a little effort. I would have went to the ends of the earth for you .yet you can't even be bothered to at least tell me why. I lost I lied and I sure cried for you. I knew we would never be together, but I thought we would be friends for ever. I don't know what to do I'm stuck between holding on and walking away. I don't want to walk away. Your my first and last thought everyday. I worry about you. My entire playlist reminds me of you. No matter how hard I try to forget you or hate you I can't. I went into the dark and met your demons, and I chose to love and stay anyway. I don't understand why you came back and said all the right things and convinced me you actually loved me just to hurt me so f**king bad.

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.

To the point

Some coworkers have no respect and the ones that try to bother you outside of work really need to get a life. I work with someone at various sites and he’s not the most pleasant person to deal with. Very intrusive, ignorant, disrespectful, and aggressive. All he ever does is gossip and give people input on how they should live their lives when he should look after his own life. He kept texting me useless links to some weird sites and I had to squash it. I put my foot down by telling him not to contact me anymore unless if he actually needs coverage for a shift. Don’t bother your colleagues outside of work unless you have something important to say that’s actually work related. In other words, stop wasting my time and yours. Simple as that. Hopefully, he’ll smarten up and get the message. If not, I'm calling the Union.

Sick of it all

I work all day for not enough money. I get 10 days off a year. Half of those get used up by appointments and other BS. I make more money now but somehow feel poorer. I have little time for hobbies and friends. What is the fucking point? Im so fucking sick of this shit. Also my co workers are old and getting senile. Fuck

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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...