I like Vancouver to a point. I wish I explored more of it, and I can, since I still live here. I have been thinking of finding a job that pays good money and when I get enough money I may leave to a smaller city in the interior. The city life and me might be over. I am thoroughly enjoying the slower life the pandemic brought and I call that a sign that the fast life and me might need a separation or maybe even a divorce. I wonder how slow the slow life is in a smaller city.
My condo overlooks a tennis court. I spend most of my day making tennis ball sounds with my lips as I work on a laptop. Pop! Pop! Pop!
I love the idea of warm chocolate chip cookies on a rainy day with some milk by the window or hot chocolate. It gives off that calming vibe when all you do is think and gaze as life drops you buy those morning dew drops.
I heard her husband was in poor health and my first thought was widowed means available!
Life in pre pandemic times was so much better. I hate how much this has affected my mental health. I use to be so active and free. Now I feel like a completely different person; Like I lost myself. As if I am shrinking, smaller, and smaller.
I use to reach out to other and reply to messages quickly, but now I don't know what to say. Everyone is dealing with their own problems / issues and I don't want to burden them with mine.
I want the entire world to be safe but at the same time decide what we decide we shouldn't be criticized for it.
I wish everyone to be well and safe.
I saw a commercial and asked my husband if I could shave him tonight with a sweet tash he refused, so I asked if I could finally clean up all the hair down there instead and he agreed. I’m so happy tonight not going to get a hair stuck deep in my throat for a few weeks. Plus he can feel what’s it’s like to have the itch of grow back.
Why is suicide treated with such shame, silence and stigma? I have no one. No. One. Not even a cat or dog. No one will notice if I disappear. I'm just so very tired. Too exhausted to carry on
The crappiest part of the job hunt is waiting. Once I apply, I want to know right away if anything will happen. Waiting just sucks. I’ll try and preoccupy myself but end up checking my phone all the time for a response.
As someone who works in Government, Covid has made my job much more difficult. I’ve been verbally abused, cornered and yelled at by rude customers of all sorts. Generally, I’m ok with handling rude customers. I always try to maintain an assertive yet calm and empathetic attitude to help defuse a situation from escalating. But this pandemic has made things much worse. The rules keep changing constantly which really frustrates me because I can hardly keep up with all these new ever changing policies. I’m the one that has to break the sad news to people that they need to book appointments to come in. I wish more people would try to understand how hard it is for those of us who work in the public sector to deal with abuse on a daily basis on the front lines. We do the best we can. Don’t judge us.
Is my happy place place. Indoor outdoor cold warm. The water the breath the rolling the freedom the pure joy. I am