I am going to ask a series of "belief" questions. Who do we believe? What do we believe? Do we believe in the mass media? Do we believe in governments, or corporations? Do we believe in a god? I submit that we cannot believe in anything. We live in a fake world. We cannot even believe in our own senses. Every sees "reality" in a slightly different way. Science tells us that we may live in a holographic universe that is not real. What can we do to find out what is real? I suggest that we accept nothing and believe in nothing. Is this nihilism? I don't know. I would like an answer. —the doubter

To the red-haired young man in the red and white shorts crossing Herring Cove Road at Chocolate Lake at 4:45 PM Wed Aug 19th, do you realize that without looking, you stepped in front of a Halifax Transit bus about 6 ft away from you. If it weren't for the diligence and quick reflexes of the driver, you'd be in the hospital right now. Pedestrians have as much responsibility for crosswalk safety as motorists. Time to wake up, kid! To the driver of the #14 heading to Leiblin Park that saved this foolish young man, thank you! He probably still doesn't have a clue how close he came to being splattered all over Herring Cove Road, but I saw it and I thank you! —A pedestrian whose thankful she didn't have to witness a blood bath

Never, ever, ever, ever slow to a complete stop on a highway when trying to enter an exit lane! Yes, it was difficult as no one would let you in but there was room to pull over at the top of the exit and wait rather than put at risk the lives of those in cars behind you. I honked to wake you up to the reality of a deadly car pile up possibility, with me being the hardest hit. I am not ready to die nor do i wish to prolong the past two years of physiotherapy i have been in, further. Sometimes people honk to save lives. There was no need to give me the finger as you finally squealed out onto the exit ramp. And finally, can we please, please drive more considerately everyone?! We all matter. —Glad to be alive

So sick of people thinking the world revolves around them just because they are in a car and I am on foot. I only cross at marked crosswalks when the crosswalk light indicates I may (not just a green light). Several times I have been nearly hit from people trying to speed through the intersection before I cross their path. Also, an in particular FUCK YOU to the driver who saw me crossing the cross walk and decided to try speed around the corner, nearly hitting me, when I turned around to look and try and understand just what the fuck you were doing you started yelling AT ME. you PARKED your car on a BUSY FAST LANE in order to bitch me out for getting in your way when I had started crossing before you even put your foot on the fucking gas. Needless to say you are an absolute jerk who needs to remember the world does not revolve around you. —Sick of nearly getting hit

THAT'S IT. I'M DONE. I have had it with this fucking hot weather, bring on the fucking snow. Yeah, I lived here last winter, and yeah, it was so cold I got frost bite every time I stepped outside. But guess what? At least when it's –40 outside, I'm not sweating out of every single hole in my body. FUCK HEAT. FUCK HUMIDITY. FUCK SUMMER. —Santa fuckin' Claus

STOP IT. The daily loaves of bread are bad enough, and those goats' feet you left out there last month were pretty disturbing, but this morning there must have been five pounds of raw red meat sitting in the grass getting pecked at by pigeons, crows and seagulls. WHAT. THE. FUCK. I don't know if you think you're helping the birds, or if this is just your garbage disposal, but it's gross. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. —sick of bird shit

People with allergies don’t just one day think up that they are allergic to things like peanuts because they are bored or whiney; allergies are real and very serious. If you don’t have allergies, good for you. You should be thankful and considerate of people that unlike you have to constantly worry about not only what they eat but what people around them are eating AT ALL TIMES. I constantly have to be looking out for strangers eating peanuts or peanut butter in public places like at the movies or next to me on the bus. I shouldn’t have to still be on the lookout within my own workplace. To eat peanut butter in a small office in which you know a coworker is allergic (because they have told you numerous times) is a really fucked up thing to do on a human level. You’re feel snacky? You poor thing. I’m now at the hospital for the day and spending the weekend blotchy and sick. I hope you read this as I know you’re not actually working for half of the work day. Prick. —Itchy and Vomiting

You asked me out, I agreed. You decided that we should go to a restaurant and so that's where we went. I'd have been just as happy to have a coffee. At the end of the evening I told you in the most polite way that I simply wasn't interested in seeing you again, except as maybe friends and then you sulk like the pathetic beta you are and gripe about the $30 you spent on my dinner. Thirty fucking dollars! If you're that hard up for cash maybe you shouldn't be inviting people out to dinner, but it certainly doesn't entitle you to get in my pants. You try and play the 'nice guy' game but then you turn around and think you can buy me? I ain't for sale, bub. And for the record, no respectable woman is going to want to date a guy who makes $13 an hour at some dead end job. —You should be embarrassed of yourself

On the #7 a sign says "Welcome to Halifax " down the road Dartmouth 150 kms Halifax 155 KMs WTF ? HRM confusion since 1996 —confused

For the past couple of months I have been getting an absurd amount of junk mail in my mailbox, despite the fact that I have posted a "No flyers please" sign. This doesn't seem to have any effect on the mail carrier because he has ignored it every single day. I am also getting mail intended for a different address put into my mailbox. Everyday I have to deliver this to it's rightful owner ie. I have been doing the mailmans job for him, for which I am NOT getting paid to do.

I have called into Canada Post to complain about this issue 3 times in the past month. Each time, they told me they were creating a ticket for no junk mail and to put mail only addressed to me into my mailbox. It got to the point on my third call that I had to be escalated to a supervisor who assured me that the matter would be taken care of. I would not be receiving any more junk mail or any mail NOT address to me. She even went so far as to tell me that they would be sending a supervisor with the mailman to ensure that he does his job properly, not giving me junk mail when I have requested in CLEAR ENGLISH that I do not wish to receive it.

Today, I opened up my mailbox and low and behold. Two flyers were placed into my mailbox. This was after 3 phone calls, 3 ticket requests, many signs BEGGING for no junk mail, the assumption that a supervisor would be making certain that he does his job properly. I have tried many different ways to convey the message that I do not wish to have any of this stuff delivered to me. It is a waste of paper that is being dumped into my mailbox against my wishes. A sign stating clear as day that I don't want any of this stuff should be enough. I feel disrespected for having my wishes COMPLETELY ignored.

I do not get paid to finish the mailmans job for him. Do you have any idea how quickly I would get fired if I ignored my customers wishes? If I indirectly made them finish parts of my job for me? I am dumbfounded as to why this particular carrier has not lost his job or at the very least had a serious warning. All of my requests have gone completely ignored.

I do not understand why I need to call in 3 times and then have to wait 30 days to stop receiving garbage that I don't want. I do not understand why a handwritten request placed directly on the lid of my mailbox is not enough to stop this. I do not understand why this carrier is allowed to get away with this every day.

Please Canada Post. Please STOP delivering this stuff to me. I have begged with you to stop and it doesn't stop. I don't know what else I can do except for simply accept the fact that my wishes are falling on deaf ears. Please Canada Post, listen to the people for whom you provide a service. Please Canada Post, PLEASE listen to the people who are paying your salary.

—Holy Dammit I'm Angry At You Guys