I upvote unpopular confessions and comments
Even if I disagree with them
All it takes is a good looking person in a relationship with kids to look the part and you cannot get ahead of them for all its worth. I admit, it sucks for the hot ones who are super smart and get treated like a blonde as well. That's not cool either. I wish there was a better balance. It doesn't help that hot people couple up. Ugly smart people are typically screwed in a 9-5 role. You truly have to start your own business and use your intelligence to offer something that people need. You will never learn this in woke university schools today, but life is very unfair any way you spin it.
In conversations I tell people some stuff that I’m really looking forward to. Then they ask who I’m doing it with. I say I’m flying solo. Then they invite themselves and expect that I’m supposed to be overjoyed with their self-invite. Honestly, I’d rather fly solo, because the event will be converted to them just dumping their problems onto me. I should just shut up and not tell people about my upcoming events. I don’t want to be your psychiatrist, priest, counsellor, life coach, surrogate mom who reassures you. I want to reflect, think, plan, feel, dream, alone.
I confess that one thing that is guaranteed to get my back up is when people offer unsolicited advice all the time. I know they usually mean well, but if I’m not asking for you to tell me what to do, don’t assume that it’s okay to do it. Sometimes people just want to talk about a situation and they’re not asking you what to do, and they rarely appreciate having someone else tell them how what they did was wrong and how they should have done it. I think it’s patronizing and insulting to others to think that I know better than they do, especially when it’s a subject that involves that person specifically, so I bite my tongue even when I think my opinion is the right one. So kindly, please stop doing that and we’ll get along just fine : ).
I find myself in a constant state of anxiety because of the economic, housing and food prices i worry about losing my apartment and my job like most I’m 1 pay check away from losing everything. We have been run into the ground and it only seems to be getting worse not better. How much longer can I keep this up. Thank you Canadian government for running us into the ground. Yours truly a struggle Canadian
Is the year that I stopped giving people what they wanted from me. It feels damn good. You want me to spend hundreds of dollars on your exotic birthday outing, when you never even wish me a single Happy Birthday on mine? You want me to acknowledge you after 6 months of silence? You want to pick fights with me? You want me to book reservations and events for you? Nope nope nope. So glad to not give you what you want. Find another idummy to serve your selfishness.
For me tipping is beyond food, something exceptional not normal service. I pay for the food. That's the transaction. Everyone gets paid for doing a job, if you don't question the choice of employment or the wage. If I tip I'm generous because I see someone genuinely deserves it or is above doing way above what's expected. My generosity shouldn't be taken for granted.
That I want to sell everything I own and move to the remotest part of Newfoundland. My last escape up the mountain doesn’t seem to be far enough.
admit it
I still look for you in all the familiar places
Louise Rose’s voice and piano keys filling the atmosphere with I’ll Be Seeing You
I’ll see the back of someone’s head
and it’ll catch my breath
the side of your face I panic yet always hope to see
and I feel like crying
a surge of so many feelings that overtake me
I always hope it’s you
because before I even knew
it’s always been you
If you're not a peace with yourself, all your flaws, all your mistakes, all your ghosts, and all your memories (sweet and bitter), then you'll be at peace, period, and you'll never be able to just... let things flow, or go with the flow. And before you dare love someone else, learn to love yourself. No, this ain't religion or some new age inner hippy talking. It's just someone who's spent the better part of their lives at war with themselves trying to sand down their flaws to the point they're riddled with holes because they sanded to deep.
Someone over 10 years back sent me Amy Macdonald's "This is what happiness means to me," told me it reminded her of me, then she up and hucked me like a used condom and never returned. I mustered up the guts to listen to it today, and tears trickled down my eyes like rain... I'm now over her, but I needed to return to the source of the pain before I could move on. And now the flow, flows...
