I confess that I’m the ‘crazy bitch’ who extends my dog’s leash 2 meters when you jog past me on the Seawall in such close proximity that I can smell your b.o.. Doctors say that running increases the chances of producing micro-droplets that can transmit the virus from person to person, if too close. So , if you’re gonna take up jogging during a pandemic (ya, talking to you running in your Vans) , then respect the distancing metrics or I’ll do it for you .
I’m tired of these same stupid names you hear these days. Cody, Blake, Ethan, Chelsea....meh. Hailey, Kailey and Bailey sound like the biggest bunch of Queen bees. Whatever happened to good old names like Frank, Sally, Albert, George, Sasha, Henry, Klaus or Otto?
I’m upset that many people are complaining that they’re being asked to not ski, mtn bike, climb, or do other higher risk activities right now. These facebook groups have hundreds of people saying they’ll do what they want and this is such a sacrifice to their mental health. WTF. There are 1000s of people laid off, with more coming each week, all stressed about the possibility of months without money. All the people working in healthcare who are going to be overworked and stressed and exposed to the virus every day. So many people who are immunocompromised and on heightened alert and trapped at home. All the small business owners not sure if they can survive more than a month of closure. But screw them all right? Cause you need another trip to ski climb mtn bike with your crew. Going to other towns, pumping gas, hanging out in groups, leaving a trail of who knows what, posting pics, setting an example to ignore all the messages to stay home. And if you get hurt and need search and rescue, paramedics, nurses, doctors, a hospital bed... screw them right?
I don't yet personally know anyone that has this virus.
I live alone. No more roommates (thank the sky friends).
I fixed that old espresso machine earlier this year.
I have enough to pay my rent.
I have food and can get food.
I turn on my tap and there's clean water.
I take a shit in a washroom, alone, usually on the internet.
I have the internet.
The fact that i'm canadian and live in a country that will not be completely devastated by this virus.
Board games with solitaire option.
Everyone reading this from their homes where they should be and where they should stay.
I must have a soul mate
We can’t be together
Because I smoke pot
And he prefers the harder things
He wanted to get married and have a family
I wanted to become someone worth marrying
Before I had a family
I had no idea that i’d have to choose one
Over the other
How unfair to live a life
Healing myself from traumas
Brought on by men
To vigilantly protecting myself from
Men only to reach a stage
Where Men no longer want me
And I’m dying to be loved by them.
Looking into my aging eyes reminds them
Of their own mortality.
I’ve always loved the maturity
Of an older man
Yet I cant compete with the reassurance
Of a much younger woman.
I wanted to be cool for him
So we could live a cool life
Together and grow old
In an unconventional way
He wanted a smaller version
Same smile, same hair
But with a smaller
More showcaseable body
I wanted a smart man
Being smart is very attractive
And he married someone who really
Wanted to get married.
Smart men don’t need to stay single
Being single is more work
And that isn’t smart
I wanted to be independent
So we could be equal partners
He wanted to feel needed
And knowing that I could
Do it without him
Made him insecure
I worked on myself
I stopped comparing myself
To other women.
But he liked it when I was jealous
It made him feel powerful
The drama that I worked so
Dilligently to remove from my life
Was the substance he built
His existence around
It gave him a sense of purpose
I wanted to find someone
Who has seen some shit
Yet still lives in the light
But those men are pieces
That fit someone else’s puzzle
I wanted to find true love
When I’d really grown up
Only I grew up into
An era full of porn and polyamory
I accept that I was never meant
To bear children of my own
There was a reason I couldn’t picture it
But I wanted someone to love me so much that they wanted
To have children with me
I can live without the children
But without that love?
It never occurred to me that I’d have to.
I'm so sick of hearing about the corona...however, the amount of jokes this gave me/us is amazing haha
I’m usually a pretty positive person. But the facts and science behind COVID-19 don’t paint a good picture. Honestly I don’t see our consumer society returning to its globe-trotting, festival-attending, beer swilling in clubs and restaurants for a year or more. This is a global infection that needs to die down. I can’t wrap my head around how it will all play out, especially south of the border from us, in America and Mexico. I have confidence in Canada and the guidance from the health ministers. But controlling COVID-19 in the USA and Mexico.... again the facts about those two countries makes me very pessimistic. If Canada gets it under control, how can we exist alongside the USA where it will be a catastrophe with 50 states all doing different things? I have moments of shock. I grieve for so many things too many to count. I know we will get to the other side of the tunnel but I’m fucking scared of what will happen before we get there.
Once in our twenties my wife and I were hiking Lynn Peak and we were taking it slow on the descent. This couple in their 40s kept passing us every time we stopped for a minute or two. It was a bit like the tortoise and the hare because we were faster (when moving) so we'd pass them and then stop and they'd pass us again. It started to feel like a bit of a race. So finally we just started running down the mountain. They saw us fly past them and immediately broke into a run to try and keep up. Or maybe they assumed we were being chased by a bear. Anyway it was hilarious to look back at them running full speed down the slope. We won.
I'm trapped in my rental situation. I live in an ok shared home, but if I lived anywhere but Vancouver, I'd want to — and have a chance to — move. But here, the options are so bleak, I guess I'll just stay where I am until the affordability crisis eventually drives me out of the city.
Why are all room rentals in Vancouver not only hopelessly expensive, but oppressive and impersonal? Half the ads seem to be boarding homes advertising strange cell-like rooms pre-furnished with tiny cots. Or else landlords advertise rooms in shared homes, rather than tenants having a say in who they'll live with.
No wonder people say Vancouver has a loneliness epidemic. We're a city of boarders, not homes.
And while I'm at it, fuck every politician and city official who has sat idly by while Vancouver's housing market transformed into what it is now. I make a decent amount of money, but I'm not going to throw away $1000+ a month just to rent some chamber of depression in someone's cash-cow rental.
I hoped Vancouver would be my forever city, but at this point I'm planning to get out within a year. I hope everyone else who cares about art and culture drains out with me. It's time to get out of the world's most beautiful husk of a city.
Before you all tell me to go seek help and life is worth living and all of that... I'm not suicidal. I'm not about to jump off the Burrard bridge. But as many older people whose best years are behind them, at some point you have to face your mortality and the path towards the inevitable.
I've lived a fantastic life with a lifetime of wonderful memories. Two kids with whom I'm close, both happily married and financially independent. And as I approach the twilight in my life, seeing what's changed in the world... as I type this, I'm looking down at a courtyard full of young people, all wandering around like zombies, staring into their phones. I'm reading about our politicians, both here and South of the border, and the incomprehensibly awful way they manage their affairs.
I'm sure the world will be ok eventually. This virus will get a vaccine, better leaders will be elected, and people will realize that what's all around them is a better interaction that their little phone. But I'd have to live to 120 to see that, and I won't.
I guess I'm tired. And going out with the virus gets my estate divied up sooner, get my life insurance cashed in, and the benefits of all of that gets used today by people who need it more than me. And I get to end a life where the negatives of aging and the world around me are only getting more pronounced on a daily basis.