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Hope

I know that the world seems as though it's gone to hell in a handbasket. However, for those of us who've been around for over half a century, I can safely tell you, things have always seemed that way. Nevertheless, I encourage all of us to have gratitude and hope. Yes; wars, genocide, inflation, pandemics, murder, cruddy politics.... they're all ugly. But it all comes and goes. This too shall pass. We mustn't fret over what we can't control or dwell on yesteryear on what ifs. We must be thankful for what/who we do have in our lives now, no matter how meagre. Complaining, doom scrolling, hating those who think opposite us, and living in fear isn't getting us anywhere. Regardless of what deity/ies you worship, or don't... every breath we take is a gift that can easy be taken away from us tomorrow, or half an hour from now. We've got to all learn to get out of bed and slap a smile on our faces to greet the new day. No, life's not all a bed of roses, but we still have the power to create heaven or hell on this Earth, so long as we take charge of our own individual mindsets first. I still have hope. It's keeping me going.

Period

People that have schizophrenia belong in a mental hospital. Homeless people belong in a shelter. People who are homeless, and mentally ill don’t need free drugs. They need to be away from drugs. Period.

So

Trudeau just announced he will be pledging 2 billion dollars for affordable housing to begin to be built in a few years to BC housing What about people who need housing now? BC housing, isn't this the non profit organization that was caught laundering money ? How does a "non profit"organization launder money any way ? With 2 billion dollars apparently! What a joke !

The tables have turned

There was a confession about a man mistreating a dog, and today I saw a dog mistreating a man. I called the SPCA on it.

Alt-Punk to Prep

I don't know if it is the political mess or growing to age and my maturity levels changing with time. The issue is that I used to dress super alternatively, want to cover myself with tattoos, and I would only date those like me. Now I'm sort of repulsed by punks. I see how juvenile they are. I sort of want to be a well-dressed prep with a few tattoos showing now. I'd gladly date someone without tattoos. Any other ex-punks feel the same way?

Regrets

I’ve heard people say that we shouldn’t have regrets, and mostly that’s how I live. But when I think about it, I realize that the regrets I do have are always because of the times I didn’t listen to my own voice. I listened to the people who said I wasn’t good enough to want better. The ones who told me not to ask for anything. To settle for any guy no matter how awful he was or how wrong we were together. Marry him because you can’t just be a single woman. Wow were they wrong. So here’s what I say to any young woman now: don’t settle! Do what feels right in your own gut. Listen very carefully to your instincts because they’re going to guide you better than any other person ever could. Don’t seek perfection in a relationship but don’t settle for one that doesn’t make you sing either. If I had it all to do over, I would never get married. I would have done the things that were important to me, not the things that made my parents happy. I’ve made my peace with the decisions I made in the past because you can’t change them, but I will always be honest about my feelings now. If I had known then how huge a sacrifice I was making, I would not have made it.

I don't care

Whenever I see people on Hinge that write inane things in their profiles, I just make of them. One weirdo bragged about her un godly obsession with dad bods and beards, so I messaged her first with one word. "Why?" And then another demands that her future boyfriend "Must follow Christ." So then I said, "Whether you believe in God or Mother Nature is nobody's business but your own." I just call them out. Of course I may get criticized but it doesn't bother me.

Who you talking to?

Every time I see some strange weirdo talking to themselves out loud and cussing at the air or mumbling to the air, I just walk right away and avoid them at all costs. Just who the fuck are these losers even talking to? Trees and inanimate objects like lamposts are not alive! They do not eat, breathe or grow. Idiots. I’ve had all the schizophrenia I can take.

What is is your word worth these days?

"I have no interest in knowing someone else, not in the way I know you!" You said. Now you are dating: -wearing that cologne I gifted you -sleeping in the sheets we bought together -going for walks with MY dog Fast backwards 6 years ago: broke and shit credit. I stood by you. No, you did not leave then. That joke is on me. If I see you on the walk, I will hold my head high. You see, I don't have to look for my dignity anywhere. At least I afforded me that luxury. Do, change street/direction, if you ever run into me. The world would be better for everyone that way.

Mature consumption

I've come to the conclusion that some content -- books, films, documentaries, historical events -- should only be consumed when you reach a level of emotional and experiential maturity to appreciate it. Sometimes you've gotta re-consume the same thing over again multiple times at different points in your life, and you never absorb it the same way twice. I just watched a whole documentary about Pol Pot and the Cambodian Genocide, followed by another about North Korea's deadly Arduous March. Were I to have watched either as a kid (my parents were pretty lax about censorship), I admit I wouldn'tve understood a darn thing. I'm now in my 40s and shaken to the bone. The same goes for reading Fahrenheit 451 - and the Bible, and for researching the skeletons in my family's closet... etc. We live in an age where content is out the open like an Egyptian bazaar. I'm all for access to it all, but really, age does really make so many things relative/relevant. Also, the ability to discern good from bad quality content is getting ever more harder, yet it's so essential to helping us become better quality people.

I SAW YOU

summer co-workers

We worked with children at Grandview Park in Vancouver in the summer of '89. I worked with...