Often, issues on transit that end up in frustrations arguments or conflicts could easily be resolved by resorting to common sense, but it is difficult to express that to an angry person. For example, often the buses are crowded and people with kids are competing with adults that have disabilities and pregnant moms etc so how do we allocate 5 or 10 seats for so many who need them? Common sense tells me that elderly and frail people with mobility issues need to be seated at the front for reasons of practicality as their bones are fragile and they risk less harm by moving through less space and having more leg room. People with suitcases, strollers etc have to prioritize and that means suitcases do not ever take priority over strollers. Strollers should be collapsible in most cases so that baby can sit on mom or dad when necessary thus freeing up space. It also makes sense for people in the other seats to give them up when necessary thus allowing vegetarian hipster types who work out regularly some way to utilize their fit bodies in standing for those who cannot. Younger kids should be taught to stand, safely, for those who cannot. It makes sense and kindness begets kindness, pass it on.
I’m burning bridges like it’s my last day on Earth. If you can’t show me any understanding, sympathy, honesty, or even basic decency you’re not worth my time or even virtual space on Fakebook. I have plenty of people who love and support me, and I’m good, better actually, without those who pretend to be friends but aren’t.
One video, if it’s even real, instead of new weekly videos if there had been a relationship. I guess that’s life. Still, you accomplished your destroy mission no? That should be good enough, but apparently it isn’t.
the truth is..
I was in pain
I was an alcoholic
I was using
I was broke
I was a woman getting woke
I thought my education was supposed to liberate me
instead it dissipated me
in a society so ignorant
made me feel tied up again
in a cage so tight
the walls were closing in
I didn't see a future
I didn't see a friend
And I don't hate you, man
but I don't love you either
and I'm not judging
but I'm not settling neither
I've felt before
I survived you
and I survived that too
At least I had the balls to look at my own face
at least I saw the things I'd done in bad taste
and yes I lost my cool
but I also gained my head
yes I played the fool
but I also won my heart
the question in front of me
the answer forever old
the truth lying somewhere above the matter
the feeling of being bold
It would make my morning to hear Seth Rogen make the skytrain announcements.
I'm selling that stupid gift you gave me for Christmas. It was a lie, just like everything else you lied to me about. I'll be glad to be rid of it and everything else about you.
You are a cliché. Also, go to hell.
Nice that you think so highly of yourself. Last I checked, "great" people don't treat others the way you treated me.
A few times in my life I've had dreams so real I wake confused as to whether they really happened. Sometimes even days, years later I have a hard time knowing if it was imagined or not. The other night I dreamed I attended the art exhibit of someone I knew. One of the works was a paper cutout in the shape of a mother and child. It's such a random dull thing but this imagery was so vivid I could recreate this artwork (that doesn't actually exist) myself.
Horse's ass we've ever seen. You've really found niche
I ordered an ethnic outfit from the country of my heritage on Etsy. Advertised as "homespun cloth", handmade etc.
It took over a month to "make" and another month and a bit to arrive. And it's a cheap polyester- machine sewn- looks nothing like the photo mess! I doubt that I can return it, but am hoping because it isn't as advertised AT ALL that PayPal will issue a refund.
Buyer beware I suppose. Guess I will have to learn to spin cloth and sew myself for a real authentic product.
Does anyone else ever slightly wish that their husband would cheat. So that they could at least have the balls to start a dialogue about having an 'open'marriage. After a very long time of being with someone, most of your life, you just need to fuck for the sake of novelty and excitement. anyone else ? no ? yes?
Eveey time I see a spectacular example of the female derriere I say to myself, out loud...”Look at that ass Takashi”. With the recent warm weather I have been saying that a lot.
I've never in my life felt so underestimated, misunderstood, or so projected into a role as a pushy person who wouldn't honor the wishes of someone else. I always try to give people the benefit of the doubt in their perspective and try to see the good in them. Real life human interactions. Closure, sympathy. But this will do.
Sometimes I wish that my hair would just fall out because I'm starting to get tired of spending money every two weeks to shave it off.