Isn't it scary that people cannot buy their first home? Well, it is even scarier if you did, and you might lose it.
When my place starts to burn down, all I will go back for is my dog.
When daylight in Vancouver gets that weird tint of yellow-brown-orange, I feel off-kilter, knocked off balance. My relative died of lung cancer, even though he was not a smoker, and my other relative got nasal cancer, both living in one of the most polluted cities in the world. It might be painless, but dirty air can and will destroy your body. Hiding indoors for a while…
I confess I might be dreaming but with all of these billionaires investing in space travel and diving to the bottom of the oceans and all of the silly things they do with their money, why the heck can't they put some big time dollars into transportation that doesn't require batteries or fossil fuels? Solar is a good step in the right direction but couldn't they develop a massively efficient pedally car or Flintstone mobile if you will? Something that requires as much effort as walking to operate? a gearing ratio that will take the vehicle up to 60 miles an hour on human power? Or your dog on a hamster wheel? Or a dog chasing a cat chasing a hamster on a hamster wheel? I am obviously no physics major but really. If these people can shoot folks into the sky for big money with all of the accompanying pollution generated, couldn't they come up with something simple and healthy for everybody that would help our abused planet too? I guess I can keep dreaming...
I let the elderly and people with disabilities pass in front of me all the time. I don't mind at all. But when you get aggressive and push me out of the way from behind, we have a problem.
Victim, Victor, Villain, Visitor, Volunteer. I used to think I could only be one at a time. Slowly I’ve come to realize I am each all the time. I have to let pain be my guide to know when things are out of balance and remind myself that ultimately, I’m human, merely passing through this pitstop called life.
"It's another asshole Friday". I use it to describe a Friday when all the assholes seem to come out of the woodwork. I'm glad I have a conscience and am not a collector of medieval weapons. I'm just as glad that it doesn't happen all the time and that I can just shut the world out when I reach home.
I've been on FetLife for about a month...but with no luck...has anyone here been on it?....with any luck?....I feel I'm unattractive & middle aged which is a setback.... perhaps you need the looks & connections in the community (which I don't) ....is it a scam or just a bunch of creepy people or snobs?
What is it with the guys in this town?
Meet them, in person or online, then after a couple messages and chats they disappear and don't get back to you.
Are there that many women around that they can just pick and choose?
and i'm feeling personally challenged. Yes I know there are billions and trillions of planets and galaxies in the Great Beyond, but I feel attached to our Planet Earth. Oh well, best i can do is ride it out, hope for the best, be good to myself and be good to others. And, ha ha ha be good to the down-voters.