I’m getting tired of seeing people on dating apps that say “I have my shit together” in their profile. It makes you sound classless and downright juvenile. Would it kill for you to say that you have your “life” together instead of the word “shit”? Try speaking more intelligently if you want to win someone over

You don’t get to have your cake and eat it too this time. No pretending we’re in a relationship but not having any of those pesky relationship responsibilities. No pretending you live here and enjoying all the stuff I pay for while you pay for nothing. No bossing me around, telling me your opinion on every subject under the sun whether you have any experience with it or not, and no controlling what I do in my own place. No pretending to care when it’s obvious you’re just running out of options. It was a very brief experiment and it was a predictably miserable failure.

They said "It's my way or the highway". I chose the highway.

This Planet Earth getting increasingly challenged, with the threat of nuclear wars, environment collapse, grid collapse and who knows what? Hey I'm a human and have my challenges too but somehow I know everything is good in the big picture. For me, my consciousness relates to what the new space telescopes are showing us. These new space telescopes see increasingly further out into the Universe(s). The astronomy brainiacs guesstimate that our Milky Way Galaxy contains something like a trillion Suns and who knows how many planets circling these Suns. And they also can now guesstimate, based on the expanding, but still limited, view of the Universe(s) that they are now able to see trillions of Galaxies. So it makes my meditations feel good by simply briefly looking at our local Sun and meditating. Medical science and the wise spiritualists suggest the best time to Sun gaze, to avoid eye damage, is just after Sun rise and just before Sun set. Have a good day and have a good life all of you Straight readers. Better Straight than crooked eh :-)

I remember watching ash falling from the sky like summer snow with amazement then horror as the blaze skipped over a vast valley one year. The sleepless nights on standby to flee from home ever vigilant of that red eclipse engulfing the mountainside. Water damaged roof frantically dousing the family home. That question, when there’s only yourself held together with trembling arms now reaching for that one precious thing you can carry away. What will you save? Then, everything disintegrated, yet never a clean slate.

Waiting months to over a year for medical services that help with healing and coping, yet cigarettes, coffee, candy, fast food, alcohol, tattoos, sex, and drugs are just around the corner in ample supply. I don’t value those things and they don’t solve my problems. I’m off to the library, park and community centre to walk, to journal, to call a friend. I’m doing the best I can.

Ever notice how when Michael Jackson died the lame stream corporate media blew the whole thing out of proportion, and kept focussing on it day in and day out? It dragged on for months. Yet when Paul Reubens aka Pee-wee Herman died yesterday, the news basically came and went very fast. It’s like no one even cared. Wow.

I could just get up and run away…same shit AGAIN

I honestly don’t know what makes me happy anymore. The pandemic destroyed a lot in my life: my good job, my ease being with people and crowds, my family relationships, the reasons for my friendships. I’ve tried to “reintegrate”…. And I feel so disconnected. I feel like I’ve outgrown my hobbies that used to give me identity. So I am in this strange, grey, free fall transition phase. Wish me muck on the other side.

Justin doesn't have much street cred left, which is why he shouldn't try to lure popular and untainted people into Canada. Built up our infrastructure and make it better so that people want to come to Canada, you old dink.