Why am I still living in Vancouver. Why do I still choose to be here. After over ten years I have lost a house and community. Why do I stay? This city is my home. My job is here. And I know it’s not enough. So what do I do about it. Slowly rebuild my life.
For a while, I have had distance from every toxic person in my life. Some passed away, others were told to get out of my life for good, circumstances allowed a few to leave my existence and a few regretfully drifted off. At first, I was sad about the drifters, but as time passed, I kept getting more articles and books coming my way. I found myself reading more and more about abusive people and people with personality issue red flags. It's like life is educating me on why they were "removed" from my life path, and now I both pity those that drifted and understand how their not being in my life anymore is a very good thing, even when I initially thought otherwise. I learned about myself and others, so while the lessons were at times hard to experience (and, for some, I wish things didn't turn out the way they did), I'm quite glad how I learned on many levels as a result of those experiences. I am better prepared should I encounter anyone like these people again, and am ready for much healthier and more rewarding interactions now because I am worth a happy life filled with fun, patient, supportive, loyal, kind people who live in integrity embracing collective growth. I have lots of room now.
It doesn’t have to mean anything. That’s what he said. There’s something in me that disagrees. When I think about what it takes to survive in life, my impression is that there must be a value or idea to grasp onto, like a point on the horizon to focus on while in turbulent waters. If there is nothing, I imagine myself lost at sea under a starless sky beholden to currents and waiting for the direction of sunrise. I can choose what things mean to me, and more importantly, I get to choose how I respond. I wish I could be gracious, but I think he’s an asshole and needs to put down the Nietzsche and pick up Frankl.
I held onto a memory of an ex through the last few years that kept me grinding away at my personal growth. Making money, gaining stability, growing mature, staying fit... then I ran into them and holy shit they got changed. Maybe the joke is on me as a single, but they married into what appears to be a trailer park life style covered in trashy tattoo's and hipster make up. I guess people do change.
Confessions were a lifeline during much of the isolation period of the last few years. While they were down some stuff happened in my real world that gave me life closure on things that had no guarantees would happen. I am awake to life like I was before the pandemic, my heart is open to what is an already starting long Xmas season, and the confessions opened back up on cue. Life is beautiful.
I feel embarrassed for them, but I don’t know them well enough to tell them that they’re making a total ass of themselves. Some types of behaviour can be tolerated when a person is in their 20’s, but when they’re still doing it when they’re over 50 it’s cringeworthy. And what’s even worse is when they include you in it without your permission, by saying “we”. Leave me out of it please! I have no desire to make myself look like an aging fool, thank you very much.
The most iconic line in the whole Dirty Dancing movie and it should hold true for all mankind.
" Nobody puts baby in a corner "
Chew on that a spell.
There is a movie that is set to premiere called 'Pig Killer' about the notorious killer from the Greater Vancouver area. It is so inappropriate to give Robert (Willy) Picton any fame for how he tortured and disposed of/fed the women he killed to his pigs (after putting the bodies in a tree chipper). I hope the makers of this 'film' lose their shirts financially and find it impossible to ever produce another movie. Families and the friends of these women were traumatized for life, learning how their loved ones died. If this movie is considered entertainment/art in any way, we are no longer a worthwhile society.
Got a job elsewhere & moving after frequently coming here to bang on/join the rants about pricey Van. Bye strangers n’ good luck to ya!
The shit people think they can dish out and you actually think I believe you.
You have no idea what I know or what I think inside about your ridiculous behavior because I would never let on that I think your full of shit. Why spoil your theatrics you seem to enjoy it. Ok here's what I think. Come real close and listen real careful.
" You need to peddle that shit elsewhere ".
Lots of shit in this confession huh !