Far too many times in my life I’ve been treated as if I’m disposable or not good enough. I’m sure it goes all the way back to infancy, so I’m not going to get into all that. But I’m old now and although it’s taken me all this time to figure out the patterns I’ve endlessly repeated, I finally have. So I’ve given up on trying with those types. I realize that for some people in my life, nothing I do is ever going to be enough. They will never be satisfied. They will continue to set that “good enough” bar higher and higher. So even though my love doesn’t end, my efforts to please them will. I’m so sad but I feel a sense of relief too.
I'm a grown man, but I always tear up when I watch Anne of Green Gables.
My former industry is crying for experienced people like myself but I have no sympathy after all the inventive ways they came up with to take advantage of me since the 2008 recession.
Why would someone want to just be friends after a hot, passionate love affair didn’t work out? We were so attracted to each other but terrible as a couple. When it’s over, it’s over no more staying in my life.
Looking for a new job and not willing to do the “projects” anymore. I spent an entire weekend doing an “assignment” for an organization. Making it perfect down to the pixel. I didn’t get the job after spending 30 hours on the assignment. At another company, they’re asking me to make a video, before I have even ever spoke to anyone in the company for the job. Knowing the perfectionist than I am, I would probably spend another entire weekend on it. But im not doing it. Being a talking head is not what I do or in the job description. Im not jumping through these ridiculous hoops anymore for “the chance” to work for these companies. Interview me, face to face or virtually, ask to see my actual work. Now that I know how these companies hire, I will never spend money patronizing their businesses.
I work as a graphic designer and the most curious Photoshop job that I did involved removing a certain repeated phone number from an adulterer's cellphone bill.
I quit drinking but most of my clothes have beer logos on them
I have a really difficult time opening those plastic bags in the produce section at my local grocery store
My Dad is in the early stages of prostate cancer. It's affecting me so much that I can't even eat, sleep or think. We're really close and I don't want anything to happen to him. He reassures me that it's treatable so all I can do is hope. If something happens to him, then the thought of dealing with relatives on his side of the family frightens me. My Dad has told me many many stories of how his brothers and sisters caused him nothing but trouble and heartache throughout his life. Passive aggression runs in his family because these people are ignorant, hypocritical and don't know how to communicate. I have so many cousins that I don't even talk to. I don't consider any of them family. I guess family doesn't necessarily mean the people whom you were born with. Couldn't care less about any of them. I just want my Dad to pull through and stay healthy.
Just today, started saying hello to complete strangers on the street. From living here in Vancouver all my life I know it's not super common, but I thought it might be cool and make things more cheerful and less crappy.