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Thursday, December 12, 2019

Posted By on Thu, Dec 12, 2019 at 12:33 PM

Phone Zombie! Yes, you there, walking down the street staring at your phone! You are a hazard to navigation! Perhaps you are even performing wreckless endangerment by dashing into the street without looking? Yes, it's true Phone Zombie, humans cannot walk past a mirror, window or TV screen without looking, even if it's CNN. But it is also true that each of us is part of nature.

Phone Zombie, somehow billions of cells are working within us and somehow working together—and hopefully for the long haul—if you are lucky. But Phone Zombie, in life there are no receipts, no guarantees, warranties or user manuals. Why? Because we simply do not know how to build a human. And we have no idea how it or the universe works. Some call it a miracle.

Phone Zombie, a disconnect from nature is a disconnect with reality. And you, like it or not, are nature. Phone Zombie, staring at a phone or any screen is unnatural behavior, especially in public. Some might consider it rude.

So Phone Zombie, I'm afraid you not only look like a fool but you are promoting a disconnect with nature. Please Phone Zombie, put the phone down, look around and enjoy the natural world. After all, this is Halifax where the water may be cold but the people are warm. You are free here. Free to say hi to old friends and make new ones—even when walking down the street.

You are missing out, Phone Zombie. And at the same time you are diminishing how essential the natural world is.
—The Illinois Enema Bandit

Saturday, July 27, 2019

Posted By on Sat, Jul 27, 2019 at 9:25 AM

Back at the beginning of June, a local community group had a big yard sale. Many posters were stapled to many hydro poles across the north end. Today plenty of those posters remain, with a number ripped off and thrown to the sidewalk and streets. It would be nice if the sale organizers could organize a take down poster event…as should other people who plaster poles with their yard sale posters, etc.
—Be A Litter Quitter

Thursday, July 11, 2019

Posted By on Thu, Jul 11, 2019 at 8:30 AM

People fall into two categories when it comes to multi level marketing: They either recognize that it's a bullshit industry, or they've invested thousands in a company and are not making the money they thought they would make. Who is buying into this?—Perplexed

Monday, April 15, 2019

Posted By on Mon, Apr 15, 2019 at 1:32 PM

But this bitch is for myself, because I still love you. I will never, ever, say it, but I do.
—Dumb bitch

Friday, December 2, 2016

Posted on Fri, Dec 2, 2016 at 4:00 AM

no one respects you where you work. You do all the hardest, most disgusting jobs and sing to yourself while doing them. Your boss and one particular co worker are sleazy a-holes who make you feel *worthless* Just remember when you finally reach your little home after a day out in cold, facing a hard cruel world you'll finally be alone.—me2me

Monday, May 9, 2016

Posted on Mon, May 9, 2016 at 4:16 PM

depression, is no friend. i have to fight everday not to jump off a bridge anyone else been here there and how to get pass it? —sigh

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

Posted on Wed, Feb 24, 2016 at 4:00 AM

You came into my life when I least expected it, but needed it the most. You showed me true love. I hadn't felt true love in the 7 years I was with the last guy but I felt it with you. It was perfect bliss. Then the drugs took over, instead of using my love to console you, you turned to something stronger to ease the pain I knew nothing about. The perfect man in all his flaws who I loved with my whole heart turned on me. You're gone now and I don't know how to let go of the old you. I know you're not there anymore but no matter how much I tell myself that I can't seem to let go. You've shut me out completely and now I have no choice. All I was trying to do was help and naturally you pushed me away. How do I heal a broken heart? Someone please tell me. Do I need something stronger? We have all the same friends, we go to all the same places, I can't go or do anything without being reminded of him. —Finding it hard to function these days

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Posted on Wed, Jan 13, 2016 at 4:00 AM

Ok, I get it. If you can spread the term 'Cisgender' around until it is the politically correct term, then you can imply that Cisgender vs transgender is a choice that everyone makes. This is good for transgender people because it implies that their decision is something every does and not just the transgender crowd. Well, you are wrong. I am part of a group that disagrees with your overly simplistic binary view of gender identification —a feminist at heart

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Posted on Thu, Dec 24, 2015 at 4:00 AM

I hate that I can't make or sustain any real friendships. That I am afraid of people, in general. That therapy, medication and even hospitalization haven't been able to make me into someone able to connect with others in a friendly, mutually-enjoyable way. That the advice to "love yourself" is unfathomable in the complete absence of friendships. Another Christmas and New Year without hope. And no, I don't openly say this stuff to anyone in real life, beyond therapy. I am too aware and busy practicing smiling at people, asking open-ended questions and trying not to fall apart. —Hurting

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Posted on Thu, Dec 17, 2015 at 4:00 AM

Oh my gahd, drunk self: you suck. I just want to write it out to you that it's not okay to shake hands with strangers and simultaneously accuse them of being closed off. It's not okay to dance so hard that others are sore and it's not okay to turn green with rage when your partner's mood shifts. Drunk self: I'm embarrassed of you. You're not charming, and you're not fair. You're not a little bit funny. You're the worst, and I'm super done with you. To the perfectly decent people I probably insulted in some shitty way or another on the weekend: I am sorry. I am sucky. —Sobering Jo