How DARE you give me attitude for not giving 2 dollars to your charity at the till. I give on my own time and I work in homeless shelters. You have no idea how much I give to the community. I have been shopping there for 10 years and have given your store thousands and thousands of money. This is the ultimate insult.
I’m a 28 yo female, have never been in a relationship, and don’t have that many friends. I feel so free and spend my days off doing whatever I want. Shopping for anything, eating at restaurants, attending shows etc. It’s really fun yet too bad because the guy I really like is unavailable. It’d be nice to be able to go with someone to all these things. I’ll probably end up with him in 20 years after we marry and divorce other people. Am I terrible for hoping this will happen? Lots of sad things happened in my life this year so my main priority for now is taking care of my mom and responsibilities. In the future I’m sure I’ll meet the one.
My real act of rebellion wasn't in the clothes that I wore but on the attempt to be a compassionate human in a selfish world.
When someone you loved wholeheartedly for decades discards you like you are trash and your time together meant nothing, it’s hard to carry on as if everything is okay. Even if your brain tells you that you should just move on, it’s not that simple or that easy. So please forgive me all of you who are impatient for my recovery. I’m grieving something I thought I had. I’m in a state of shock still. I’m lost because I don’t even know who I am anymore after so many years of trying to be that person who would finally be good enough. It took me 20 years to get to this place and I’m going to take whatever time I have to, to get out of it.
I almost passed out today from anxiety in line at life labs where there were probably about 30 people waiting . My toddler has autism and was absolutely losing it. She looked possesed by a demon and screaming bloody murder. The glares from people and shaking their heads, rolling their eyes.. I honestly wanted to just die right there.. finally we were seen and the woman was trying to explain how to do the at home stool sample for my daughter I couldn't hear a word because my daughter was screaming so loud. I just said, "Okay, sounds good, thank you!" I couldn't want to leave. I was actually shaking and getting tunnel vision from panic. A woman held her hand out to me as I was leaving and held mine as a kind gesture which was nice. When I left the building I broke down in tears sobbing uncontrollably. Being a single mom is tough sometimes. I don't know how I'm not in the psych ward sometimes. I just tell myself it will be okay. It will be okay, right?
I had forgotten about the return of full nasal functionality.
Now everything and everyone smells like either shit, cat piss or sweaty balls.
I should start smoking again.
When I first moved to Vancouver, I went to a job interview but couldn't find the place. I did find a dog and took it home. The dog showed signs of being abused. I never tried to find it's owner and kept the dog.
Despite all the talk about how community and friends is what makes life livable I am constantly surprised how flakey people are and how disposable offers of connection are. Treat others as you want to be treated. If you agreed to spend time with people, stick to it. If you’re too busy say it when you’re being invited.
I was a bird so I could fly by and shit on all the people who have crossed me.
Years ago I spent a lot of time at this place. There were regulars and the music playing had a particular sound. There’s a way people dress when you go and everyone speaks a similar way. I’d drink what the patrons were having and talk about spirits. It felt like my whole life was there. And then I just…stopped going. Now when I am exposed to anything that has the faintest whiff of that place I get the heebie-jeebies. What I see looking in from the outside of those memories scares me and I will never go back to church.