I confess that on the occasion I either pick up, or someone gives me an art catalogue, I don't actually read the text/essays in it. Instead, I just flip through the pictures and then stuff it somewhere on one of my bookshelves. Art language/writing is - for the most art, and at least to me anyways - nothing more than inaccessible and posh (in the arrogant sense) drivel. I love and appreciate art; but, the crap critics and curators are prone to pennig at best can put you to sleep, and at worse exorcize demons - I swear. I do not think I am lone in thinking this way either. One needs either to smoke a tonne of crack or guzzle a bottle of throat and brain-burning Icelandic potato vodka before taking a crack at understanding some of that stuff.
When I first moved to Vancouver, I went to a job interview but couldn't find the place. I did find a dog and took it home. The dog showed signs of being abused. I never tried to find it's owner and kept the dog.
Speaking a new language is challenging. Even harder when I’ve never heard it spoken around me before. I read the books that talk about the language and I hear people talk About it, but no one really speaks it. Even when I do come across concrete vocabulary it’s hard to remember the words, phrases and let alone when and how to say them. I want to be heard, understood, and acknowledged. I hear it’s best to be immersed to truly make progress with it. But where does a person go to learn how to speak with boundaries?
When someone you loved wholeheartedly for decades discards you like you are trash and your time together meant nothing, it’s hard to carry on as if everything is okay. Even if your brain tells you that you should just move on, it’s not that simple or that easy. So please forgive me all of you who are impatient for my recovery. I’m grieving something I thought I had. I’m in a state of shock still. I’m lost because I don’t even know who I am anymore after so many years of trying to be that person who would finally be good enough. It took me 20 years to get to this place and I’m going to take whatever time I have to, to get out of it.
The BC Human Rights Tribunal dismissed multiple complaints before a hearing because they would not accept, despite being given the primary evidence, that "viral vector" COVID-19 vaccines are genetic-based (they are DNA based says the CDC). I'm afraid everyone who took those vaccines under the misrepresentation that these were traditional vaccines was misled. So much for your precious Human Rights Tribunal, huh Charlie?
I've become increasingly selective about who I will keep in my life. I have way fewer relationships than I used to, but they are much more satisfying. I no longer tolerate a lot of behaviours socially, and I am left only with people who truly value me. This includes family!
Waste my time regularly? Bigoted? Take advantage of those with less than you? Ignore my clear boundaries? Bye. I've been told that I'm harsh for being willing to cut people off easily. I see it more as saving us both time, as I'm never going to be compatible with that person and will never be happy with our relationship.
Not putting up with people because I "should" is the most empowering thing I've ever done.
My real act of rebellion wasn't in the clothes that I wore but on the attempt to be a compassionate human in a selfish world.
should have a sink just for washing hands. In other countries you see them all the time. Its so frustrating waiting 10 minutes for people doing god knows what in the bathrooms. I just want to wash my hands before I eat!
Also, to those who take forever in restaurant bathrooms: I hate you.
Is it wrong that the first thing that popped into my mind looking at some old tintype photo is Dam that girl looks good.
My budget is getting very tight. Before I could afford good bread and organic milk. Now I'm buying 50 percent off bread and 50 percent off milk. I feel like a failure.