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It was only a practical joke

Please don't overthink this, or overlay it with current extreme lenses. Many years ago, I was dating a fine woman from another country, who had little experience of food in North America. One day, I had cooked a corned beef that I had bought at a grocery store. My friend saw some of it on a plate at my home and asked for a taste. She liked it, a lot. When she asked me what it was, mischief got the better of me, and I answered, "It is whale meat". My friend liked it so much that she asked where she could buy it, and I told her the name of the grocery store. Does anyone play practical jokes, anymore? Please spare us both any 2024 overlay that I was a sexist colonizer exploiting an vulnerable woman of colour. My friend and I still laugh about it.

Omission experts

The worst kind of liar is one who lies by omitting crucial information. Like if they say things like “I’m not seeing anyone else!” and accuse you of imagining things when the fact is that they’re not currently seeing anyone else but they were when you accused them of it. So they’re not technically lying but they’re just omitting the facts. So many other examples but you get the picture. They’re gaslighting experts because they make you question your sanity.

Future husband

Dear future husband, When you meet me for the first time, please understand I’ve been through a lot and be soft. Understand my heart has been broken into a million little pieces that I’ve had to put back together. Alone. I’ve had to constantly tell myself that I am worthy, that I am deserving, that I am funny, charming, beautiful, kind, generous, thoughtful, intelligent, strong, brave, emotional, loving and I’m enough. That I am perfect the way I am, and I’m not sorry that I love too much, or if I other think too much or if I get upset too much. It’s cause I feel everything, I feel everyone’s heart and I try to make sure they never feel what I’ve felt. I’ll explain something to the sun comes up till you get it, I’ll ask questions to understand every bit of you. I’ll ask you if I’ve upset you, I’ll tell you when you’ve upset me. I’ll laugh at every joke, and I’ll sometimes cry at every minor convinces. I’ll be strong and hold you up and me up, when we’re struggling. I’ll make you feel comfortable in every room I’m in. I’ll make you proud to call me your wife. So please be soft gentle and patient with me, cause I am painfully and patiently waiting for you to come. And when you do I know you’ll tell me everything I need to hear, reassure every fear I have and I know you’ll love me with all your heart like the way I’ll love you. -your future wife

Nostalgia and the passage of time

I was just made aware of the fact that Siamese Dream was released 31 years ago. I remember exactly where I was when I first heard it, small town, over at my friend's house when he put a cassette on of this new band, and I immediately had to go out and buy a copy (well, get my Mom to drive me to the mall the next town over, technically). Nostalgia over that summer and the crush I had at the time.. Feels like a lifetime ago and a world away. Wonder where they are now and how they're doing, has their journey been anything like mine? Where did the time go? I feel old..

Politically incorrect

I confess that in this day and age of hyper political correctness and woke, I frequently find myself watching comedy from the 80s, 70s, 60s, and prior before people got all this sensitive. Mel Brook's "Blazing Saddles," All In the Family, Foster Brooks, George Carlin, Victor Borge, Carol Burnett, Carol Channing, Dean Martin's roast nights, Dame Edna, Sir Les Patterson, Red Skelton... I was raised by that generation and dearly miss how witty, authentic, and creative their English was, and how they knew how to make fun of themselves, and have those they were mocking bust a gut with them. The same goes for reading old comic stips like Mutt & Jeff and the Far Side. For those who didn't grow up around that and folks like them, it's hard to get or may come across as crude. Few knew any different. They were hard times too for most. People were poor as a church mouse. Laughter was the only way to deal with the crap. But you'd howl so hard you'd piss yourself. Today, society makes you feel guilty for finding anything funny at all.

Yes, I've Told Her Im In love With her

she doesn't seem to care much. She speculated that it is lust. I told her lust is a part of love. the truth is , I love the way i feel when shes around. i want to be near her always. Sure, she happens to be georgeous but I think if she wasn't so gorgeous she'd realize that yes, I do in fact love her. I wish people would take me at my word. I don't lie. I despise liars, you can't trust them at all. I trust myself.

Sick Again

Due in large part to exposure to secondhand cigarette smoke. I don't smoke, but there are some stupid, morally unevolved humans that do: my neighbour living in the next suite of our non-smoking apartment; a few of the regular passengers on my bus commute that inconsiderately empty their smoke-filled lungs inside the transit vehicle; and, a few of the contractors that come into my workplace, that do the same thing. Lung cancer is a bad way to go, and I wouldn't wish it on anyone, but sometimes I feel like they should suffer, like I'm suffering right now.

Age of Grey

I got Covid when it first started to pop up and it hit me pretty hard. One of the many side effects was that it caused a very noticeable increase in grey hair. Since then I now get called old, "Sir", grandpa, etc., and am treated quite differently at work, in my social life, and by the opposite sex. Mostly in a derogatory way. It's been an eye opener. I now look at older people in a different way and feel more compassion towards them. Ageism is real of course and stressful like any other form of discrimination. It's one of the last forms of socially accepted prejudice. It's blatant and in your face with no repercussions. It took contracting a virus for me to realize this.

How the tables have turned

I love my Uncle. Unfortunately, I love him in short bursts. I cannot tolerate him for long periods of time. Whenever he calls, he always brags about useless crap. He puts his wife on a pedestal. Now I hear she’s divorcing him. So what’s there to brag about? WTF.

But They didn’t mean it

I wonder about the ultimate betrayal in a relationship. Is it Infidelity? Lying? How about Disloyalty, Damage, Theft, or Disrespect? Whatever it is, the impact is harm. Intention means nothing.



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