In fact, two of my longest relationships have stemmed from an office romance fling. The most important thing is that people respect each other's boundaries, values, and professional paths. I think the government (institutions like universities at least) peddles easy answers and casts office romance in a negative light, but I know plenty of people in long-term relationships because they met at the office.
Oscar, Bert, Ernie and Cookie Monster! I think it’s so cool to see a couple of fellow tokers wearing shirts with the Muppets on them. You’re never too old for a sunny day sweeping them clouds away. And besides, they’re way better than logos that promote messages of hatred and violence towards one another.
I love to swear. I like to arrange as many offensive words together like a verbal strand of pearls born from the irritating moments of my day. Alliteration is key, and being able to paint a picture. Throwing in unexpected ideas or words into the mix is fun. Unfortunately I have to keep it to myself as I’ve yet to find a group of people who feel the same way.
Im middle aged professional w 5 year degree. I am light alcohol drinker and Ive realized if I drink even 2 can of beers even at dinner time, I don't sleep well and have to get up for bathroom. So I drink late in afternoon at latest so the buss is gone well before bedtimes so I can sleep normally. I am a thinker what can I say?!
My brother deleted his Facebook & Instagram because he said they were too distracting....yet now he spends everyday looking in the Georgia Straight Confessions & I Saw You's.....how Ironic.
By far the best decision of 2022.
I recently realized that this person I tried (and failed) to have a normal relationship with is very likely on the spectrum. Once I started thinking about their inability to relate to a lot of what’s considered normal human emotions the puzzle pieces started to come together. They’ve never had a long term relationship with anyone except their family, so it makes sense if I think of it that way. Otherwise they just seem so cold and insensitive, so thinking of them as being undiagnosed but on the spectrum makes it easier to have some empathy for them even though they don’t have any for anyone else.
I'm unable to tell a good friend why the clientele doesn't like his business.
As I close my eyes and dream, I am not sitting on a chair typing this. My legs are dangling off the side of a cloud. The ground that I think I feel below my feet is not really there, just the distance between the cloud and the earth. I sit watching peacefully as the world turns. I can't tell which I like more. The bright pockets of lights that are where city hubs are or the greenery of the mountains that are untouched. Life is beautiful. Normalcy is beautiful. Everything I lost over the last few years has returned. Maybe not all for me, but for the community. My heart will be warm this Christmas season and the next few months of the halloweens, the kids birthday, the decorating season will be like starting from scratch. I could not and would not anything else.
I have no chill whatsoever. It’s maddening. I wish that very little phased me, but most of it does. I mentally freeze up often and suddenly everything feels too warm. Speaking up becomes useless as my entire vocabulary decides to have a fire drill and vacate my mind. I wish I could be calm, collected. And I’m not.