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At least one Vancouverite has proven to be as ignorant as some people think we are

On the morning of May 23rd I unintentionally left a pair of prescription sunglasses on the Knight Street (#22) bus. I know I left them on the bus because I had them when I got on the bus but did not have them after I got off the bus. When I realized what had happened I reported the "loss" to Coast Mountain's Lost & Found that afternoon. I have been to the Lost & Found at Stadium Station and phoned the Lost & Found several times. Sadly, these glasses have never been turned in. Why not?!?! These sunglasses are no good to anybody else but me. I doubt that whoever found them has the exact same prescription as me. I hope that whoever found them, and decided to keep them, suffers from blurred vision, dizzy spells, headaches & nausea. That's the door prize for wearing prescription glasses when you don't need to. These glasses originally cost me $730 and it's going to cost me $950 to replace them. So thank you to the ignorant person that found them for not doing the right thing & turning them in. You are a shining example of a selfish ass.

Cursed

I feel like I’m destined to never have sex with another guy, after a difficult breakup with someone with whom I shared exceptional sexual chemistry. We were together for many years, and even though our relationship was turbulent, we were both turned on by the other. It was much more than sex though, but that was an important component of our relationship. Since I don’t feel physically attracted to the majority of men I meet, and since if I’m not feeling chemistry I won’t have sex, I think the odds are good that I’m cursed to never have sex again.

Fork in the road moment?

Haven't been to Langley in years because of some painful memories there. Part of me prefers to stay away and keep a far distance but another part of me says I should just go there and forget the past. Perhaps it's no good to let the past stop you but on the other hand some places just bring out the worst in you.

No need to be a jerk

You know I have crush on you, but telling me that you're hooking up and how it was a stress release hurts me. Just be straight with me and tell me the truth to stop liking you. No need to be a jerk towards me.

Thank you

You are my partner at work and a dear friend. My heart is full of platonic love for you. Sometimes I wonder if it could be romantic love but I stop that thinking quickly. I can’t say everything about how much I appreciate you because it might come across the wrong way. But I am so lucky to have you in my life and hope I never lose you. I love you.

Cyclists are trying to kill us

Are you a cyclist in the GVA? Do you ride at night with a rapidly flashing light that endangers everyone around you (like another cyclist, driver, or pedestrian who could get a seizure--or in my case a migraine that causes me to completely lose my vision while walking or driving)? If so, please be respectful and turn that solid light on from now on.

I Want to Scream

I've been stuck in an unskilled labor job for the last 15 years and I don't know how to progress out of it. I went back to school and graduated university in 2013 but the only jobs I get offered are for manual labor that's even more demanding than what I'm doing now, and with less pay. The degree is worthless. My body can't take this kind of work anymore because my back hurts all the time. I apply for entry level office jobs, but never get contacted for an interview. I'm willing to work for minimum wage if someone would just give me a chance. I'm back in school again trying to get "job ready skills" but was told by the instructor last week that the job I'm aiming for is going to be replaced by Artificial Intelligence soon. The thing that really crushes my spirit though, are the words "Previous Experience Required" on every job posting. Even entry level part-time clerical jobs require previous experience and nobody wants to offer any training. Some days I just want to get a baseball bat and smash some HR manager over the head while shouting, "How the fuck am I supposed to get any experience when every fucking employer keeps asking for previous experience!!??" I'm at my wits end. Education doesn't help, I don't have relevant experience, and I obviously can't get a new degree for every job I apply to. I'm scared to death for my future, and I worry I'll end up on the street when the labor job I have now gets replaced by technology. I don't know what to do anymore.

Maybe I'm the asshole

I am happy to be single (I date but I'm unmarried) and childfree because I don't want the emotional work that comes with having a family. I am happy to focus on what interests me and I do not feel like I am interested in investing my energy in a husband or children. Being single comes with some sacrifices despite the freedom. No legal benefits, less companionship, all the cleaning and heavy lifting around the house done single handedly, having to text someone to use a ladder so I have a back up if I fall while alone, having to stand up for myself to threatening people when I walk home from the grocery store in the evening, having to be self reliant now and as a senior in the future. It isn't just having no one to answer to, it is also means having no one to turn to which is a consequence I chose to accept. I ended a few friendships recently because of their relationships. I have zero expectations that anyone choose their spouse to please me and I frankly don't care how people choose to live if it doesn't bring me down. What I have no time for is hearing for years about how problematic a partner is without anyone doing anything to change it. One has a husband who became verbally aggressive as soon as the first kid arrived. Now she is mimicking that behaviour with me and her kid. I spent years encouraging the person to help their husband stop putting her down out of habit before it became a problem but now it just became my problem. YIKES. BYE. Have fun with your shitty husband who is paying all your bills and none of mine. I didn't sign up for this. One has a wife who is passively aggressively rude to me when she feels insecure and neglects interacting with her family to play video games online. I tried to be friends with the wife and nothing changed. I listened to her talk for hours about a video game I give no fucks about and nothing changed. I put up with her blaming me for her husbands smoking or drinking the entire time they have known each other and nothing has changed. YIKES. BYE. Have fun with your angry wife who is using me as a scapegoat. I didn't sign up for this. One has a boyfriend who is painfully needy and racially insensitive which is tricky because I'm not white. YIKES. BYE. Have fun with your small town codependent common law husband. I didn't sign up for this. There are others. The one who moved in with a literal alcoholic who was at all of our parties. The one who cried on my shoulder about an ex for a month non stop even showing up to me house for compassion and then casually told me they prefer the friendship of my ex to mine. The two more friends who became the abusers in their relationship despite being perfectly unassuming while single and me pointing out their shift in behaviour. I've listened to each of them vent about work, parents/siblings, past experiences, life and even me for years. I have been happy to offer support consistently. But now that all that I encounter is the influence of their bad romantic choices, I really have better things to spend my time on. Like ANYTHING else. I don't know if this makes me a bad friend but if I wanted to be in an unhealthy marriage I'd be in one instead of working this hard to avoid one. They don't owe me anything, I offered up my friendship willingly. I'm much happier not hearing about their nightmare relationships that they have zero intentions of leaving.

fuck my birthday

"happy birthday" whats so fucking happy about it? if I was never born then I wouldn't have to be here. fuck this "so lucky to be alive" bullshit. I am so jealous of people who get to die in their sleep. the day I die and finally get to leave this shit hole earth and society and all this hatred and never see it again, THAT is the day I should celebrate.

Open letter to the women trying to do harm to my husband

Let me tell you about this man whom I’ve known for over 18 years: He thrives on helping people, and fixing problems. He is a peacemaker. My husband is a man who begins the day with laughter, has a sunny disposition and good energy. He is kind & has literally given the shirt off his back to assist one in need. People including clientele rave about his kindness, generous spirit and all-around positivity. I’m around it everyday and am blessed by it. Even when he has a bad day dealing with bitchy cunts like you, he comes home and is STILL positive. Sorry you ran so much interference the day you met him that you didn’t get a chance to see that lovely man ...it seems as though you were looking at him through a tainted, intolerant, angry filter and wouldn’t have recognized any positive aspects if they smacked you in the face. You have no idea what you missed...and I’m sure you continue to miss such displays of goodness every single day of your miserable lives. (that’s just my opinion) ANYHOW, NO ONE, least of all my husband, deserves abuse and disrespect while they are just trying to do their job. This man whose livelihood you are targeting, also supports a family! Think about that. Why are you are out for blood? How exactly is it serving you? Be honest. A free item from the company? Power and control? Is this how decent people treat their fellow human, with such disdain and disrespect? Take a good look at yourselves in the mirror and ask where it will truly get you. For him, it will affect the family he supports, including his disabled brother. I see people like yourselves everyday-entitled jerks being rude to wait staff, the checkout gal, or the dude behind the counter. Service people are there to provide. And you serve them back with contempt and antipathy...and they are supposed to pander to it? Here’s some advice: Find some true humanity, a little compassion, MOVE ON and lastly, GET A FUCKING LIFE!!!

I build disposable homes

I don't care about the quality of what I build anymore and neither does anyone I work with. Not my coworkers, not my boss and certainly not the developer that hired us. Whats the point? Sometimes the homes we build get left empty sometimes they just get flipped a bunch of times and sold to a foreigner. As long as it looks good when the buyers walk by everybody's happy. We may as well be building movie sets. I don't build with love anymore I build with hate, hate for the rich bastard who hired me to build a mansion just so he could sell it and make a bunch more money, hate for the system that has facilitated this kind of a market, and hate for myself that I have no choice but to continue to build poor quality luxury homes no one can afford to live in. I'm sorry really I am. Please don't buy anything built in last 10 years. Try to find one of those post-war homes that haven't been torn down yet. At least they were built by passionate tradespeople not broken hearted self-hating profiteers.

Crucified Heart

Sure, I suppose you did have my heart, but that doesn't mean you were ever entitled to it. You never owned me. You shouldn't have gone seeking to break it, just for the sake of breaking it. You should have just allowed me to keep moving on to someone that would have actually cared for me. Very heartless and cruel thing to do to another person. I hope you find the spiritual growth you need as a person, and hopefully change to be a better one.

Release...negative emotions

I am feeling overly annoyed with my current situation. Once released into the universe my level of negativity towards this person should dissolve, hopefully. I’m collaborating with another individual on a project, and it’s not going as well as it should be. They are within the category of, take all credit and creative ideas, and call them their own...while doing self promotion all at the same time. The level of selfies and look at me self promoting is making me feel really old, or really nervous for the future population.

Mr. Pibb and Love

I'm not sure if Mr. Pibb was ever available in Vancouver, but it was Coca-Cola's version of Dr. Pepper, just much much better. Then around 2001 tragedy struck and the name and taste changed and the beautiful thing that Mr. Pibb was became lost forever. Now, older and more knowledgeable about health, I don't even drink pop anymore, so I couldn't enjoy it freely like I did as a child even if it was possible to buy it. The same goes with my missed love connection. Even if it was possible that she and I could be a WE, I know more now, and know she's not right for me. But I still think about a lost feeling.

I SAW YOU

The SkyTrain from Coq

I saw you really dark long jet black I think , but you walked toward me . I wonder were we both...

SAVAGE LOVE

Savage Love: Men making mouth music mistakes

I was discussing my lack of oral sex with Sam and he said he’d be willing to “help me out”.