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Am I wrong?

One of the issues that created friction between myself and an ex was their refusal to say if they’d been seeing other people during a time when we were broken up. It was important to me because I wanted to know if they had just casually replaced me and moved on, and also because I knew they didn’t practice safe sex. I loved them so much that in spite of my unease I stayed with them anyway, but there was always this barrier of mistrust that prevented me from feeling truly comfortable or loved. Their response was always that it was none of my business, but I was open and truthful about my own dating (or lack of it , when that was the case) during times we were apart. It wasn’t that I didn’t think that they had the right to see other people when we weren’t together, it was more the fact that they were so secretive about it that bothered me so much. Like, if there’s nothing to hide then why would you be secretive? Am I wrong about how much this bothers me, or is it a normal feeling when it comes to an intimate relationship? We’re broken up again, and I think that their constant secretiveness definitely had an impact on me, and my willingness to commit.


I always wear a mask when I’m on a crowded street and any public indoor space.i don’t care what others think. I’m really worried that we will be hit with an even worse second wave. I’ve recently also become immune compromised. Am I just paranoid???


I'm my own lump of basalt.

General manager only

My office is allowing people to return to work, and the GM told us it’s company rule that you must wear a mask when you’re in the office. Sure, that’s good and cool. But then he followed up right after saying that he hates wearing masks. Unless you’re a medical professional (Dr. Bonnie Henry, Dr. Anthony Fauci), your opinion on masks as a GM or politician or bar hopper mean zero to me. I’m only listening to the experts on viruses so spare us your mood, personal decision, opinion, gut-feeling, and wishful thinking on masks.


As an old native of BC I admit that it bugs me that Americans are so brainwashed that they believe that all of their tv series that are actually filmed right here, are in the US. They think all of those beautiful settings they’re seeing are theirs, when in fact they’re in our gorgeous country. I’ve met Americans who truly believe that the US is the largest country in the world, because their maps show it that way. I’ve met Americans who believe that somehow, an ice floe exists as soon as the border is crossed. That we really live in plaid year ‘round and that our pets are polar bears and wolves, that we keep outside our igloos. I once had an American seriously ask me how I got to their state because they didn’t know that we had airports. On the other hand, I’m kind of happy that at least some of them are this ill-informed, or there’d probably be a rush on the border considering the shit show happening down there lol.

I'm so sick of the word "mindfulness"

I feel like the next time I hear or read it I'm going to effing scream. You know something's become a cliche once it's being used to sell consumer goods. Check out "mind wandering" instead - so much more interesting....

I hate how much acronyms are used today

Please tell me what the heck DM means. I see it more often now and I can't figure out what it stands for. And quit using them to talk. Say the damn word!!

Me and Jubilee Down by the Schoolyard

Anyone else tired of their “I”? I was. The “I” is that thing tying you to the memory inside that head you carry around. It’s all the things you’ve packed in there that are used to define the ‘me’ that fills your days. I think Halloween is popular with adults because we’re liberated from the predictable self of the office, the home, the social sphere. A few years ago, when “my” life was spiraling away, I took the ribbons and certificates and awards and photographs and all the things associated with the “I” I knew and walked around the neighbourhood late at night, leaving them on doorsteps, tossing them on benches, releasing them to the wild. Life had become so awful that I wanted nothing to do with what had come before or had anything to do with the ‘me’ that found itself so close to homelessness. "I" was nearing a life akin to the giant plastic patch that floats discarded, somewhere in the Pacific. I wanted to be free of the things that led me believe my life was precious and mostly, I guess, because I could never remember a time in my life when I actually felt that way. All the words delivered to me in ‘my’ life meant nothing and did nothing, but the actions of those who claimed to care had brought me to a collapsed and empty place, devoid of hope and meaning. The only thing to do was to throw away the map that showed ‘my’ path, because nothing the “I” took credit for was going to save me; the 'I' was now an 'it' - and 'it' was an exhausted mine. A long time ago, when the world knew a closer-knit version of justice, there was a thing called a jubilee. It is from the Jewish tradition and its purpose was - for all intents and purposes - to ‘reboot’ the concept of ownership and debt. According to Wikipedia, “every seven years hebrew slaves and prisoners would be freed debts would be forgiven and the mercies of God would be particularly manifest.” This thing that I did, inspired by my feelings that the only way forward was to release the past - was a personal jubilee. I am grateful for its effect upon my thinking, my beliefs and the modest way of life I have now. I have never regretted it.


I was offered a promotion a year or so ago. I didn't respond and now that I've had a lot of time to think about it....I don't want to be involved with that. Maybe that will change later but from what I see way jose.

I am a guy who loves doing laundry

It's maybe a bit bizarre, but it fascinates me. If I go out drinking and have cigarettes or spill something smelly and bad like beer on myself, I can simply throw detergent and clothing in the washing machine and it magically gets the worst of odours and filth out of my clothing. I just love it so frickin' much. I can be a boy-- or a man or whatever-- and there are hardly any repercussions to my outfit. I feel like 100 bucks the next day. It's just so simple too. It requires zero effort. It amazes me how other grown men are unable to do something as simple as the laundry. Poor female companions.


That smile, though.....

You are tall, dark, gorgeous, and French (?), with a killer smile, and you frequently offer to...


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