I’m tired of fighting. I’ve been doing it for my whole life. Fighting for my rights to be free from physical, sexual, and emotional abuse. Fighting to be brave, fighting depression and anxiety brought on by multiple traumas. I don’t want to have to be called a survivor, resilient, or tough. I just want to exist lightly. Without feeling this constant weight of all of the crises I’ve endured for almost 70 years. I don’t always feel strong even though I know I am. I just wish that I could lay my head down at night and relax into a peaceful sleep without having to battle to keep the intrusive memories and thoughts away. This is my wish. But I’ll still get up, put a smile on my old face, and get going with my day with a positive and hopefully optimistic mindset that I will be okay and things will happen as they’re meant to and I’ll deal with them as they occur. Deep breath.
What is the point of mask mandates at offices if you're allowed to remove your mask at your desk? Does the virus choose not to spread once this happens?? Does it magically behave differently? We're all coming back to the office in the middle of another wave no wonder everyone wants to go remote
I went out to a restaurant with a friend on the weekend. I choose to continue to wear a mask in spite of the relaxing of restrictions. My friend was bothered by this, they kept bringing up how they are tired of masks and don't feel the need to wear one anymore. Which is fine, if that's what you want to do, it's not what I want to do, at least not right now. The thing that gets me is they were soooo uptight about masks, hand sanitizing and social distancing during the height of the covid crisis. I would get yelled at when I got too close when we were walking together outdoors. What's with that? obsessive rule following? Weird complacency? I still feel nervous about not masking around groups of people, also I liked not getting sick once, with anything, in the last 2 years, I want to keep that trend going, so I mask.
I'm finding it interesting that the woman's organization I am with seems to be going out of their way to do anything but not help. Giving me outdated information or not contacting other organizations that could possibly help or providing me with the tools necessary to find a place to live, holding out on important information that could of helped me months ago and I have been trying so hard on my own to find a place but my credentials are not good enough for this city and soon I will be living in the the streets with my two children. I have been contacting so many places myself but no one ever calls me back or I need a referral from the woman's organization to apply for these housing places. Why are they hanging me out to dry ? I get the feeling I have been either blackballed or there are to many needy people to help and I have been forgotten about within the organization.
You know I feel bad enough even asking for help cause I usually take care of things on my own but it appears I am in a dead end situation here in Vancouver and I really need some help !
Dead End :(
I'm a 67 year old hairy dude whose wife left 2 years ago after being married for 21 years....I went to a bar downtown last night, met this gorgeous 24 year old blond slim women who BOUGHT ME drinks.....we went back to my place....& had great sex...no she isn't a sex worker, she's a receptionist at a dental office..... we're going to go out tonight too, to see a movie them hang out at English Bay....oh she knows I'm 67 & she doesn't care she said...,. damn life is good.
I found ten bucks on the sidewalk today. It made my day and I was all smiles from then on out. A bit of luck. I hope you get some too ;)
I think I’m grieving. Do I know why? Maybe it’s this change. The world slowly unfolding again. Spaces now loud and lively, crowds and larger gatherings. The heightened energy feels unnerving. I miss the peace and quiet, the opportunity to sequester away.
My team were all laid off last year. One of my colleagues that was let go was nasty to me: humiliating me in group meetings, taking over my work behind my back, having meetings in my boss without me concerning issues that affect me, that kind of thing. I think he thought he was safeguarded from ever getting fired after having been there a decade and moving up the ladder. So while we were all finding our way to new jobs after, I got a full time gig. He has still not landed on his feet. At first I was filled with glee that no one hired him, to get back at him. But it's been more than a year now, and I realize that was a shitty thing to feel happy over his misfortune. He has two teenagers to feed, and wife who needs health insurance via work (they are American). The longer he is out of work, the less likely he will get hired. Ageism plays a factor too. Now I feel bad. I have no way to help him as I don't have any extra work to throw his way. All I know is that when you're working for others, your future is never certain. Things can end abruptly and you will have to find your way. I'm looking into starting my own business so that I'm not dependent on my current employer. Because being laid off could happen again.
I don’t believe for one minute that the pandemic is over. It’s far from it. Just because Bonnie Henry says wearing masks are now a choice, that doesn’t mean the virus will go away and never come back. It’s here to stay but basically manageable. If we’re actually returning back to a normal life then whatever, I’ll believe it when I see it.
I’m a single male in my mid-30s. Haven’t dated in two years ever since I let go of a long-term relationship. Of course I’ve chatted with a few women on dating apps here and there, but that’s about as far as I’ve gone lately. For some reason, I’m just not in the mood to date anymore. I don’t even know how to explain…I’m just not feeling it. Maybe I live in the past, but it’s hard to carry on since the last thing I want is for history to repeat itself. Can’t afford another heartbreak again.