There's a single male who sits outside a coffee shop on Robson every weekend, for a half an hour each time, having a coffee & eating a baked good...just sitting there, doing nothing, not reading, not looking at his phone, just looking out at the street, that's all....it's so creepy I try to walk fast by that coffee shop.

I would much rather attend a pride parade on Sunday than sit through a boring sermon at church, only to be fed gobbledygook about how I’m going to go to hell unless if I jump off a bridge to follow Jesus. As far as I’m concerned, LGBTQ2S+ is way more popular than Jesus.

The other day I was about to close the apartment door I've been short-term renting and a cat waltzed right in. It had clearly been there before. It walked right over to the couch and jumped up next to me. I worked on my laptop and it settled right in, and I think I felt the happiest I've felt in a long time.

Okay, so the government prints a ton of money, things shoot up way above any real affordability measure in real estate, and then they extend the mortgage so we can pay it off longer into a time frame when we are retired and cannot earn any income? This economy is f*cked! Our government is f*cked!

To piss me off: You've had a cigarette in the last 10 to 15 minutes. You board the bus/train or come into my office, and breathe your cancer smoke in my face. I fucking hate that. I. FUCKING. HATE. THAT.

I come off as intense because I am. I really do not have time for a superficial life whatsoever. If some people have an issue with that too bad, so sad. Sorry not sorry.

That's right I said it, why do young people/youth today listen to talentless hipster groups that no one has heard of, like The Dead Milkmen, The Cure, The Selector, Alice Bag, Alien Sex Fiend, The Gun Club, SNFU etc....why can't young people listen to good ol' rock n roll of the past like Chicago, Alan Parsons project, Emerson Lake & Palmer Air Supply or Ambrosia....good rock music should not be forgotten....& today's youth should not forget that.

If I had been born a few decades earlier I would probably have learned much sooner in my life about the long term effects of childhood neglect and trauma. How being left alone to deal with fear, loneliness, and grief teaches a child that they have to be strong no matter what. So now that I’m nearing the end of my life in isolation, I understand that it didn’t have to be so lonely and difficult. If I’d known how to ask for help when I needed it, in a direct way, not with subtle hints that were dropped in the hopes that someone would understand and help me, I might have chosen partners who weren’t emotionally unavailable. Now I know that creating a suit of emotional armour might help in times of trauma to get you through it, but if you don’t learn how and when to take it off it becomes too effective at keeping other people from getting close enough to help you. I don’t even have the words anymore to express my pain to another soul, because it’s so overwhelming and I’m afraid I’d drown them. I long to be vulnerable but I’m terrified at the prospect because I feel like I’d start crying and never stop. My advice to young people is to do the work to unpack all that baggage before it’s too late. The information is all over the internet, so get going.

When did it become expected that parents would be doing their child’s homework along with the child? I keep seeing this and I don’t get it at all. The idea is that the child is the one doing the assignment, and if they don’t get it right they don’t earn the marks for it. How is a teacher supposed to know the true ability of the child if their assignments are being done with the parent? My parents never once helped me with homework, and for the most part my kids also did their own assignments. I get helping them with certain things or helping them study by quizzing them or something, but sitting beside your kid for hours doing their assignments with them is ridiculous.

I confess that I don’t have time for veiled hints or subtle gestures designed to keep me guessing about true intentions. That’s a disaster waiting to happen. If you want me in your life say so. If you’re too afraid of rejection to risk it then you’re not my kind of man.