It is actually nothing like what I thought it’d be. Everyone is friendly... unlike Vancouver and Toronto. People smile, flirt, and are talkative. What’s going on with Canada?
Our beginning was anything but humble. Our journey was all chaos and flat tires. The destination was never clear. I enjoyed this as much as I struggled with it.
Absurd, subjective, persistently challenged and stifled. I'm trying to come to terms with admitting something I've shared, cried, lusted, laughed and argued with.... just can't be. Maybe it was never real. The real heartbreak is that the two of us will never agree.
I won't become the person she thought I'd turn into.
She will never just give in and... be my partner... walk into the unknown together.
It can't be defined.
It appears that that's it. Sorry romantics
Told you your skate company shirt is also a band. You seemed cool. Let's chat.
I seriously can’t get a date with a normal person. I’m pretty athletic so the irony is brutal. Just had to express my frustration that the new Canada food guide doesn’t seem to be working.
Let’s talk about your staff.
I mean, first of all, GOOD HIRES! To be honest, I’m sure more could go above and beyond, but they do the minimum well.
(Okay, that’s not fair, I do have to point out the Translink staff who I see always going the extra mile: there’s one lady at waterfront station who always picks up rubbish off the ground and is always smiling; the English #20 bus driver is always in a cheerful mood and very welcoming; and there’s an older looking gentleman at waterfront station always helping customers EVERY time I see him).
That went a little off track, what I wanted to talk about, or should I say confess, is that I’ve recently taken notice to the Translink men. I’m not too sure if there are a lot of others who see this, but Translink has some very attractive staff members! The (skytrain station) men look like they work out and would be excellent off-roading partners. I’m just very intrigued to know what kind of people they are. THANK YOU to the individuals hiring these attractive burly men. (I’m very glad these confessions are anonymous, ha)
I'm single with no kids. I've worked hard my whole life. I've never been given anything by anyone who is still alive. Everything I have, I earned. In my will, I will stipulate that my properties will be sold, my collections liquidated, my investments cashed out. All that money shall be collected and then burned.
The more time I get off work, the less time I want to spend there.
I love my siblings but they have the power to drive me out of my mind and have done so successfully in the past. Sometimes, I can be reduced to a semi-tearful angry frustrated mess on the phone or even by email depending on what my brother or sister may say to me, and it takes me hours to recover. I always feel that they are unjustly critical or have out me down in some way but it usually involves some complicated family dynamic that should never be triggered. It is exhausting. For example as a single parent, my marriage on the rocks, I struggled to survive on approximately one thousand dollars per month of earnings and my sister remarked that I should try to save money and bought me the book The Wealthy Barber. At the time she and her husband both earned upwards of $45,000 per year each had a near new vehicle in the two car garage of their 3 bedroom bungalow home in a suburb and they owned a time share in Mexico not to mention that their friends were horse owners and took them on trips for competitions, etc all the fringe benefits of being in that social circle. Meanwhile I was living on this low income in subsidized housing and she looked down her nose at me and advised me not to use disposal diapers despite my exema and my full time work schedule with a baby. She told me disposable diapers were bad for the planet and really took me to task on that. Meanwhile take a look at her carbon footprint right? Anyway she had her say and I decided to leave that city for a new home where I never had to talk with her or people like her again, and it has worked out fine. She never once in four years spent time with my child despite the blood relationship, has no kids of her own, and drinks far too much anyway. Good luck to her.
Ghosting may be rude, but it's sometimes necessary. Gavin de Becker, who provides security to celebrities and politicians, writes in his book "The Gift of Fear" that if you reject somebody, and they don't accept the rejection, then ghosting is the safest thing to do. Then they can't argue with you about why you owe them a date or a relationship. Some people can take rejection gracefully. Those are the people who find ghosting to be unnecessary and rude. They are not aware that there exist people who can't handle rejection. And then - here's the kicker - there are people who can't get others to respect their boundaries unless they flip over tables, wave their fists, and yell and scream and scare everybody. I am one of them. You know the type - I was singled out for bullying on the first day of high school, and it didn't stop until the last day. People don't stop hurting me when I say no. It's as if they can't hear me. I have to be rude just to be heard. So if the world is kind to you, good for you. It's not kind to me. Just because everybody deserves respect and kindness doesn't mean that everybody will receive it. The world is unfair like that. Some people need to ghost to have their wishes respected, while some don't.
... pee in your sink so that I don't have to touch your toilet.