I have been fascinated by reading books from the mid 1700's-mid 1800's. When the world was being first mapped. The thought of being on boats headed towards the unknown is cathartic in an internet world. Darwin's the Beagle, Cooks the Discovery, Bligh's the Bounty, etc... a time before planes looked down, before a satellite was ever orbiting, before Cousteau had shown us what was under the sea... before streetlights, before electricity, when the Amazon was unmapped, the industrial revolution was the future, not the past.... when society was young. When life was hard. When even the clouds were beyond our reach. The moon was beyond the heavens. What a time to be alive.
friends have dumped me because I inherited some money and I guess it just made them super jealous. I was careful never to talk about it much, but they still just hate me for it. It’s pretty eye opening to see this reaction!!
There isn't infrastructure, funding, or pharmacare for the mentally ill. The medical community doesn't care about the mentally ill. They didn't care before COVID. They'd just watch the clock as you tried not to cry during a 10 minute appointment that took all of your energy to show up for. During COVID, I haven't bothered reaching out for help. What's the point? They equate mental illness with a lack of intelligence. Why can't you just pick yourself up & pull yourself together? In my community, there is a one year waiting list for subsidized, sliding scale therapy and a three year waiting list for housing, in case you're too ill to work & pay market rent. Stop telling people help is out there. Just stop.
I'm a 58 year old woman & this past weekend I met a 22 year old man & we...you know what.....wink, wink...anyways I've been told to go for it, well I definitely did go for it & I got him....no apologies, no guilty feelings whatsoever:)
I don’t know what it’s like to not either have a crush, be in love or be heartbroken. I don’t know who I am beyond being constantly plagued by those feelings. I want it to stop.
It's an affordable, but still decent meal. It really helps stretch things on my tightening budget these days. Leftovers from the day before - it can be anything, like breakfast hash for example - plus a soup base of your choice, even half a can of on sale condensed broccoli soup, and voila, you have dinner. I fill my growling tummy and don't feel guilty about wasting food, which I hate to do especially since we waste way too much food in Canada already.
Chasing after girls…I have all the typical physical male attributes to be an “alpha male” chasing after girls: height, looks, muscles, masculinity, and yet… I confess that as far as I’m concerned, women - all of them, can quite literally disappear from earth tomorrow, and other than for their vital role in sustaining life in this planet (for which I want no involvement in), I would not even notice they are gone. I do not experience, nor have I ever experienced, the slightest physical, sexual or emotional attraction to any of them. Its really interesting how nature works!
I like Vancouver to a point. I wish I explored more of it, and I can, since I still live here. I have been thinking of finding a job that pays good money and when I get enough money I may leave to a smaller city in the interior. The city life and me might be over. I am thoroughly enjoying the slower life the pandemic brought and I call that a sign that the fast life and me might need a separation or maybe even a divorce. I wonder how slow the slow life is in a smaller city.
My condo overlooks a tennis court. I spend most of my day making tennis ball sounds with my lips as I work on a laptop. Pop! Pop! Pop!
I love the idea of warm chocolate chip cookies on a rainy day with some milk by the window or hot chocolate. It gives off that calming vibe when all you do is think and gaze as life drops you buy those morning dew drops.