You came back. You fooled me for the last time. I am more then a bed and lay for the likes of you. I donot believe you even know what real in your mind. Lies is all you know how to speak. Enjoy your homeless, aimless living Blue jeep!
when you work in a 2 person office and the other person is an unpleasant, gloomy, passive aggressive person who revels in playing the martyr.
I've tried engaging her in conversation, complimenting her, having coffee together, nothing works.
So I've resorted to wearing my earphones for most of the day.
Can't let her poison come into my world.
"I Was A Promiscuous Teen: An Open Letter to All the Men From My Past"
and make an attempt to understand.
And yes, awful guys - I see your "You just brought this all on yourself, it's never a guys fault"
And I raise you almost every male friend I've ever had, who completely stopped speaking to me when they realized sex was really, actually, off the table. To quote one of them: "Why would I be friends with a woman and deal with the discomfort of her not sleeping with me, when I have lots of guy friends".
Try and understand the relentless, compounding pain of being taught over and over and over again that almost half the population on the planet doesn't see you as a person. Understand the pain of having the message reinforced over and over that your needs and interests and desires don't matter. Understand the fresh pain on top of that of being told that the ways this has hurt you are your fault, and that you are a bad person for allowing that hurt to get in the way of a guys ability to enjoy you - that that hurt is why you don't get to have access to one of the "nice guys" who want "emotional connection" not just sex - because now you're guarded and prickly, and its not his fault and you're a terrible harpy for being cynical and reading bad intentions, why are you projecting your experiences from your poor choice of men on to this innocent man, you should have known better than to let those guys hurt you in the past
(by the way if this guy hurts you, too, it's your fault for not having been wary and guarded enough)
I given up on a lot of dreams in my lifetime, but the last 5 years or so have been extremely rough. Some things are just too impossible to obtain for a person like me without going through another mental breakdown.
I’m learning to grieve for the person I wanted to be and nuturing the person I am instead. Loving and taking care of myself instead of only thinking of others isn’t selfish nor narcissistic because being a doormat for others to take advantage of is not lovingkindness.
We all need to learn to love and take care of ourselves better. Let go of all of the internal tapes that hold you back from learning to dream again. I am enough as so are you.
I have to confess, I feel sorry for all you contributors who seem so unhappy. Many of you seem to be spinning in circles. Current research has suggested to answer these 6 questions EVERY DAY to get happier over time. Write the answers in a small journal. Then look back in 6 months! Not a quick fix....but heck....worth a try huh? It certainly works for me.
1. What experiences, however mundane, gave you pleasure?
2. What praise and feedback did you receive?
3. What were the moments of pure good fortune?
4. What were your achievements, however small?
5. What made you feel grateful?
6. How did you express kindness?
Every time a few days go by without a “dating in Vancouver is the worst, men/women are the worst, all the stereotypes about them are true,” post, I secretly hope it’s because the one woman who writes all the negative rants here has met the one man who writes all the negative rants here, and they ended up falling in love despite themselves ❤️
Facebook is an awful place where weirdos creep on women and teenage girls. I'm relieved that I no longer have to block and unfriend rude men who randomly send lewd photos of certain anatomy on their bodies. I'm glad I don't have to read all the drama and negativity from supposed friends, most of whom I've never met. Facebook was a bad experiment, in my opinion, and I won't be going back ever. There's plenty of other sites online to meet new friends and so much to see and do in my own city.
I used to be a big fan of Louis CK, loved his comedy.
When he got busted for his completely gross, lewd behavior towards women he admitted it, apologized and went away for a year.
But now this week he goes on a self-pity jag talking a bout the last year being "hell" and all the money he's lost.
My God man, how bout the ladies' lives you damaged, any thought to that you selfish piece of shit?
I hope his career stalls forever, he doesn't deserve a fan base.
I’m still here waiting on that call. I have so much I want to say to you and I promise that I won’t chicken out this time. I know you’re waiting for the apology and I’m ready to give it, but this time I need you to be the one making a move.
I hate the fact in the workplace I have to lie, be passive-aggressive, be politically correct, be fake, pretend to thrive in a toxic environment, constantly deal with people shooting negative energy at me, be secretive, be manipulative and play strategy games so I can be liked and keep my job, and won't ruin my chances for advancement. As much as I stay away from all of this, my coworkers and my bosses suck me right back in! I have to make a break and work for myself.
Well, here we are. Legal pot. Can consume without fear of arrest. My confession is this is such a strange feeling after so long. Saw a headline that says don't throw out your old phone numbers. Legal weed expensive even before taxes. Too bad. In the haste to jump onto the money bandwagon I hope the government remembers that the traditional cannabis culture is one of compassion and fostering of good physical and mental health. WHO reports "In 2012, about 3.3 million net deaths, or 5.9% of all global deaths, were attributable to alcohol consumption.". Crazy. The 'evil weed' will now be treated with more respect, so long overdue!
Vancouver is infested. I see them running across the street and running across the top of the back fence. Two years ago our daughter brought home two adorable kittens, to date they have killed 215 rats...... sometimes they kill 2 in one day.
I’m grateful for my diminished sex drive. I no longer make poor choices in people or with impulsive actions. I’m not a nun, but am no longer entertaining the fleet when they’re in town either. Sleeping alone has been bliss.
I have noticed that if I'm traveling solo, on the plane, waiting for a flight or bus, solo traveling women always try to get my attention. It feels good because I don't normally receive much attention, so even though I'm not looking to meet anyone it's nice. I'm rather average looking, 5'11", a bit too thin. I'm usually passed up for the guy with 30 more pounds and another inch or two. But I think women want that moment - the mysterious plane meeting, the stranger taking the same boat. Something like that. So if the taller better looking guy isn't there I'm cast in that part because there's no one better at the moment to play the role.
When I'm lonely or sad I think about you.
The best moment of my life. A moment after which I could swim up creek and die. When we connected, you looked into my eyes and saw me gazing at you in wonderlust; passionate love with the meaning of life, the universe, beauty, art, and nature.