Anyone who has a job right now knows it's tough. Managers are leaving. Long time employees are leaving. Gas and inflation are volatile and making a difference in people's choices. The "we're all in this together" of 2020 is long gone. I look to the premier of this province as a prime example. He has retired, but will spend the next 6 months "not quite retired, but not quite doing anything" soapboxing and retrospecting is political career. What we need right now is leaders not people half in half out. I guarantee the CEO's of things like the ferries, the passport offices, and anyone we rely on right now will bail out sometime during the time when we need them most.
My resentment stems from my inability to act on my own needs.
How I do so wish that our office had a hidden trap door at the front entrance that's a one button press to send nasty people down a chute and into a rancor pit.
to like my body, to feel comfortable in my own body, to want sex, to have sex, to enjoy sex, because of a strict conservative upbringing. Not wanting to burn in hell. People make fun of these beliefs but when you grow up in it, it's very difficult. I feel so disconnected from my own body. It's very strange. I want to deprogram myself but don't know how.
pandemic anxiety has left me with separation anxiety with my Mom. I’m 39.
Love him to pieces but that future mother-in-law? Can't even
But I find someone dressed to workout and reading a book on the bus very sexy.
In memory of the little gosling in Central Park who valiantly tried to save its little life by running from the bear - You're cute, brave, fuzzy and sweet and you are endearing and loved. I'm really hurting for you and I keep crying. I didn't know you, but I know I love you.
during inventory the item to which I playfully assign human qualities had a count equal to the date of my birth. Kinda cool.
When all the tasks and errands are done I’m left to wonder what is left in my life. My energy and funds are limited. I can get by, but to what purpose? I pay taxes, work, consume, sleep, repeat. But where is the joy? Where is the sense of accomplishment? Do I have to keep doing this? I’d rather close up shop, have a few good months traveling and then submit my body and organs for science and donation. I don’t need to be here and I could help a lot of people through vacating. That could be my contribution. My job, home, resources, and organs carefully distributed to support others who need them. That would be a great joy. To pass on the good things I have for others. Life holds nothing more in store for me but an ending and I welcome it.