I am rather weary of life in Nova Scotia, and I suppose North America in general. It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact I have to leave forever, to take off from the cold, lonely shores, inhospitable to the weak of mind such as myself. I never saw it as a necessity, until recently.
I almost saw myself coming back here, settling back in with my old friends. I’ve no doubt things would be much the same as I left them, regardless of the amount of time passed. But now it’s quite clear I have to leave this pile of collected dirt and stones behind, and the “party” lifestyle everyone here seems to espouse. It seems to be how everyone here copes with the stress of living here, though, incidentally it doesn’t seem to be helping them. I’m aware there are plenty of people here who are not like this, but I haven’t met any who weren’t complete assholes.
Maybe, just maybe, with luck’s grace, in a remote village across the sea, working for room and board, everything will start to come together for me. If I become fit and healthy enough, nigh impossible for me here considering the cost of everything, if I take away as many of the overbearing stimuli found in modern societies, I can unlock the inner hunter. The brilliant predator within. The calculating stalker, with his eyes on but the prize and nothing else.
I am the predator. But I am dazed and confused by the bright neon lights. Their allure has strayed me from my path, and now I’m lost, wandering, following lights which were never meant to be followed. —And Goodbye
This article appears in May 31 – Jun 6, 2012.
Yet another Sylvia Plath wannabe who thought Hunger Games was a documentary. Let me guess, 3 years ago you wanted to be a Na’vi warrior on Pandora?. Godspeed, Katniss.
Good luck with that, eh?
http://simpsons.wikia.com/wiki/The_Crepes_…
they’re gonna work you mighty hard…
wouldn’t you rather just stay here and get drunk?
See ya.
that was a great episode zed, the kid from albania was a spy http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_upF4Etvqv9Y/SnB2…
Jees OP did you sing for a hair band in the 80’s…
you can’t be fit and healthy here? that’s silly. I worked a part time job and raised a teenager and I could afford to eat and be healthy so why can’t you?
There isn’t much in a difference of price between Healthy food and processed. Some things yes but not really. And walk, work out at home. It doesn’t take much to be healthy
You are going to have so much fun in Europe. Please write if you don’t end up dead in an alley after a cute remark about football or sold into the sex trade.
PS all those quaint villages are just like these quaint villages, but with different accents.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times….Blah blah blah.
Good luck with your subsistence living there Mr Predator.
Weak ass chump! Can’t be healthy because your friends party all the time, lame ass excuse.
You’re looking to find yourself out of the glare of the big city lights? Just come on down here to the beautiful Annapolis Valley. There are farms down here that will let you work for your room and board. Yes, you will become fit and healthy. If you wish to accept pay, you then become a seasonal worker and can draw pogey for the rest of the year. See, win-win.
SEE YA!
Hopefully you don’t kill someone.
“I am the predator.”
ORLY?
Operation: Shadow Project goes global.
Expect him (to be a wanker).
I give him a year and the ‘Predator’ here will be the featured submissive in a low budget German ‘Scheisse’ movie.
…….or the fluffer.
Either way, go get ’em, der Hinterlader….er…Predator! Enjoy Europe
from russia with love bone 2?
or the new blockbuster…
wiener schnitzel
Oh sure, “Predator” talks a good line here. Just wait until the first time her water is cut off cuz she forgot to pay the bill….