I have not kept my end of the bargain. My best friend died four years ago. Before he passed I promised him i would live life to the fullest. It hasnt been easy. The pandemic hit, i then lost my job and then pretty much lost any motivation. But things are better now and last weekend i partied it up. I stayed up late. I danced to every song and shared the dancefloor with some amazing people. I even got a girls number! Lol. So im making up for lost time. Its good to be back but i really miss my friend.
Don’t ask me to tell any dad jokes. I don’t know what those are.
Haven’t talked to my friend since he got married. He has two kids and the wife is expecting a third baby on the way. It’s not the same anymore. I’m single with no kids and no wife. Haven’t even found the right person so I find that the older I get, the harder it is to relate to my friend. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a very nice guy but we’re growing apart. It’s obvious to me there’s no room for single guys in his life.
I hardly visit my mother anymore like I used to. Our relationship has been broken in the last couple of years. She’s always anxious, on edge and does nothing but cry day in and day out. I could hardly be myself around my mother since she became increasingly overly sensitive. It’s like you have to walk on eggshells when you’re around her, otherwise she gets so offended easily and blows sky high. She never used to be like this back in the good old days. My mom constantly me that her anxiety stems from a dysfunctional abusive family that she grew up in. She was a victim of physical, verbal and sexual abuse. I guess that’s probably why she turned out the way she did. But I’m not sure what to tell her anymore because I am not A psychotherapist. I even suggested that she should try seeking therapy of some sort to address the problems that she’s had in her own life, but she refuses to listen to me. She doesn’t want to help herself and is afraid that some shrink is going to provide her with pills and drug her up. It’s beyond my control and there’s nothing more I can do but carry on and live my own life.
I feel like I was bred to be a low level worker and conditioned to enjoy this way of life best. What is the alternative? I suppose living out my days on an isolated island or hanging from a bell tower.
Most of the others hate nights but not me. No management, slower and usually consistent pace, lots less traffic to and from. But trying to hook up isn't easy. Who wants to go for breakfast instead of dinner? And day drinking isn't cool.
I talk at my job with my coworkers all day. Then I talk all day with my clients. And then I go home at talk with my family. And the I talk with my friends. I don’t even like talking that much. I’m quiet…
My uncle George took me for walks when I was in my childhood. He almost got stung by a bee and got mad at it. Then many years later, I moved to East Vancouver, and my uncle George came to visit us from Montreal. We went for a walk to McDonald’s on Main Street and he saw another bee. He thought it was the same bee that remembers him and I was like say whaaaaat?” The guy smoked fields of weed right up until the last breath of his life. I loved him and still do. Rest in peace my dear WoWo.
After what seemed to be an eternity waiting for the cashier to ring in and pack your groceries in a seemingly unending process, a gentleman in the other line ushered me ahead of him saying, "Go ahead, you've been waiting quite a while". Shortly after, I said to you, "It would really help if you learned to pack your own groceries", To which you replied something about minding my own business.
I just wanted to apologize for my unsolicited advice.
My impatience got the better of me.
I’ve noticed couples and other groups my age are laughing a little too loud as people pass. It’s as if they want as many people to hear. Do they not hear the sick despair of their forced cackles? I do… through my earplugs. It’s tolerable then.