Been back at the office for two weeks now after having been laid off for so long. Generally, I get along very well with everyone. I’d say it’s a pretty cohesive environment. There’s a few who aren’t as friendly as the rest but that’s at the back of my mind. When I was younger, I had a hard time coping with stuff like this at work. Things were difficult but now I feel a lot more better and much wiser when it comes to dealing with people at work. I’m not here to become anyone’s best friend or score brownie points. I’m here to just do my job, get paid and clock out at the end of my shift. I think if you can walk into work without worrying about other people, then you will become very successful. Just my two cents.
I pray that one day I have a person in my life who lifts me up and helps me feel like I can do anything I set my mind to. I am (sometimes) capable of being my own cheerleader but when I hear about couples, friends, and family members who have that kind of pure, unadulterated support for each other — no seeds of doubt planted, no jealousy, no naysaying, no secret sabotage — I feel kinda wistful for what could have been if someone close to me had extended that encouragement to help me believe in myself. Of course if I find this kind of support one day I would want to send the same uplifting vibes right back at this person or people to help propel them to their goals. If you’re reading this and what I say lands with you, please consider listening with an open heart when people share their dreams with you and sending them encouragement through both your words and your energy. Thank you for reading and take good care of yourselves this fall.
i feel so lonely, alone, isolated, stuck, trapped, empty, lost, unconnected, detached from this awfully painful world of suffering :( i hope that the Rapture is true because i am so looking forward to leaving this hellish world for heaven. It is hard for me to keep myself going, but i have no choice but to keep myself going. Whence we are born into this world, we are trapped to live in it until our day to leave it through death or Rapture. Thus, i call being born into this world a 'life sentence', because we have no choice but to live our lives as best as we are able, rich or poor, disabled or abled, depressed or happy, ... no matter our circumstances. if you can relate to this, please post a comment. God Bless you
that two people upon first sight could look into each others eyes and easily fall deep in love forever within seconds without saying 1 single word
I don't drink. I can drink but I really don't like drunks. Most that drink, drink too much and then they start believing their own bullshit. Drunks usually reveal their true motivations, sometimes you find out in a night, sometimes it takes years. I knew a guy for a long time, he was the inspiration for me not wanting to drink. His drinking became a round the clock thing awhile ago so now there is no time if day I want to be around him. Last time I saw him he definitely slipped something into my drink when I was in the can. After tasting the additive I immediately told him I was tired and was going to walk home. He insisted that I finish the drink. I didn't and split for good.
Drunks... They're the worst.
I’m worried about a very close family member who is heading towards heartbreak. She’s in her 60’s and has a male friend who she’s known since high school, that she’s falling in love with. Her husband died several years ago and she’s been alone ever since. This friend knows the whole family and her husband, and I know he’s not in love with her. He only sees her when he’s single (he’s one of those old bachelor guys who’s a serial dater), and other than that she rarely heard from him . But lately he’s been hanging around at her place all the time ever since his most recent relationship ended. It’s what he does with every woman he dates. She cooks for him. She drives him places. He doesn’t seem to do anything for her except hang out at her place acting like he lives there. He’s nice enough but I think he’s using her and I don’t want to see her get hurt. I want to say something but I also know that it’s her business, but I care about her so much and she’s already had enough hurt in her life. I was thinking of saying something to him but it’s very awkward since he’s kind of like an uncle and I’m sure he’s just going to get angry and deny it, even if I’m right. So I’m just biting my tongue but it’s so hard to watch.
It's been decades and decades since things opened up on Sundays. Yes, almost everything but essential services and entertainment venues used to be closed. There was a societal sense that the one day was meant for relaxing, family time, home time or whatever. All these years later, even after working Sunday shifts all through my career, it still feels inappropriate somehow when I get a phone call or email about business on a Sunday. (Retired, but still working PT from home). I kindly reply as needed, but hey...
and I don't know what to do about it.
I don't even do any of this non-essential stuff that unvaccinated people won't be able to do as of September 13.
The pandemic has forced people to stay apart. Not gather. So like everyone else, I went online. Been doing it for 18 months now. And I’m sick of it. I have logged out of The Apps. Don’t care about the Likes. Don’t get anything out of looking at people’s uploads anymore. I’ve spent more time in the forest, by the water, cooking, at the farms. Sunrises and sunsets give me bliss amd peace. Crickets chirping in the night. While I feel uncertain about what the fall and winter may bring, I will do my best to not hold my phone through another round of the pandemic. It was a good crutch but it has been ultimately unsatisfying.