I don't have any tattoos. Not to judge those who do, but a little voice in my ear suggested I prioritize on tattooing my heart with truth, beauty and goodness; rather than superficially tattooing my outer garment.
When you finally meet your threshold/you’re tapped out.
you face that place where you just don’t know anymore.
I have done everything to find a job that will at least recognize my experience- to no avail.
But I suppose it’s either an attitude of -
They will have to pay more for experience or they won’t put up with your Bs?!
The Covid shite hasn’t really changed the worksphere- all the greedy are back and not going to think about amending their conditions. The ‘ inclusive’ tag added is a load of bullpucky. I recently had to endure an interview from-a person half my age - who asked me what was I looking for ‘ at this stage of my career’. (A job would be nice, with a living wage would be better, ta.) I had a life, and it changed suddenly and not in my favour, so now I am having to reinvent myself @ 55.
Please don’t discount me& decide I’m too old to be of service. Stop ageism.
I don’t want to be homeless.
I started to transition from male to female...but stopped, because I didn't pass...I was seen as a crossdresser or drag queen which I did not identify as....I felt more female, still on estrogen, but don't know why, I say I'm non-binary, but don't think I'm considered non-binary enough, plus I'm over 60, tall receding hairline, deep booming voice, tall, I guess I just was transitioning because I was unhappy with who I was before, I have always been kind of feminine in my mannerisms, very unattractive with my weird looking nose & buck teeth... I've always liked women, still do...I guess I'm just resigned to being a straight cis guy who loves women.
I have Netflix, but I actually prefer to watch old public domain films with a drink or two.
No family, no close friends. Have been priced out of renting in my beloved neighborhood. Where do I go? Different town, different province?
I admit my friends confound me. My friend disappeared for 3-4 years; I texted him happy birthday, Christmas, New Years messages. Nothing. Out of the blue he msg’d me. I can’t say I’m elated to hear from him. Another friend ditched me for half a year after I lost my job. Then msg’d me. I feel like these friends are only coming back because they want something. I’ve moved on because I’ve learned to live without them in my hardest times. I know ppl here will fire back at me “You’re lucky, I have no one” kind of thing. But that’s exactly it. These ppl made me feel very alone and now they present themselves before me. So much has happened and our friendship has deflated so much and I don’t feel excitement to pump it back up again.
Things haven’t been going very well at work. I’m stuck in a dead end job where the hours aren’t great and the people are shitty. The company I work for is one of those “Top 100 Employers in BC”, which is really bullshit. I have grown tired of favouritism, layers of bureaucracy and the lack of support from the Union. I’m looking to work somewhere else in the meantime and pray that something much better is waiting around the corner. Reading about how Elon Musk bought Twitter and has high functioning Autism gives me a bit of hope because if he can become hugely successful, so can I. I’m trying.
I never leave my house these days without wearing a ball cap and shades. I’d like to just keep growing my beard until no one recognizes me anymore.
I'm not a big fan of Freud, but I do enjoy watching strangers eating bananas. You can learn a lot about someone who's snacking down on one, especially if they think nobody is watching.
Even better if they're really hungry. Or angry.
My wife is sleeping with other men.