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.
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.
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 !
I was seeing this guy that I was completely in love with on and off for a couple of years, but he was never willing to move anything to the next level, and he never said he loved me either. I was losing interest in being available for this guy’s constant game playing, so when another guy started showing a lot of interest in me, I was intrigued. I wound up ending things with Mr unavailable (not because of the other guy, but because we just fought too much and nothing was changing) and was single for a couple of months before I agreed to go out with the other guy just to see how I would feel. After 2-3 dates with the other guy I realized that I just wasn’t feeling it, so I stopped seeing him, and never dated him again. The first guy and I wound up seeing each other again a few months later, but it never led to anything solid and we split up for good. I recently had a conversation with him about what went down between us and he still believes that I “cheated” on him. But how can you cheat on someone who treats you like a casual f-buddy? He even called me his friend, not his girlfriend, but he still expected me to act like his wife or something! The audacity of someone to think that they own you, even if they don’t really want you themselves, is unbelievable.
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.
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.
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.
My girlfriend told me she caught her husband sending a photo (just his face)of himself to someone. She said she was so caught off guard that she hasn’t said anything yet. She asked me if I thought it could be innocent…I did not.
It's amazing how all it takes is the first couple/few bars of a song to recall a memory so vivid from 10, 20, 30 years ago you can smell the air of where you were and the breath of who you were with the moment you very first heard it. Could be a musky beer soaked pub, or Hunky Bill's Perogies from the old PNE fairs, or someone's favourite cigarettes and spearmint gum. Then, all of the sudden you find yourself either sobbing buckets or grinning like a duck eating shit, and a million shades of either ecstasy, anguish, or longing flood through your mind in a split second like a tsunami. If it's a lover, you can feel their arms around you. If it's a place, perhaps a rural rodeo at dusk, flickering ride lights and fireflies everywhere, or the graffiti-pained walls of a derelict gas station or dim bus. Then, when the moment dissipates and the song is over, and you come to your senses, you feel like you've just been eclipsed a ghost or trail of smoke in an arid desert you've been chasing after for decades, but never been able to catch. Scientists may've yet to find a way to time travel, but I think musicians solved it long ago.
By the end of 2025 A.I. will be taking over 85 million jobs done by people. So my question is how will humans be supporting
How will be paying for these crazy expensive apartments, mortgages and super expensive food and the gas for our cars with car payments and insurance,cell bill's, heat our homes.