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When you text a person how do you do it? Do you do it in short sentences sent in spurts one after the other? Or do you type up a few things into one long paragraph and then send?

Me, I do both.depending on the mood and the person. But the one thing i have consistently noticed is that not many people will answer ALL questions in a paragraph OR in a spurt of texts! Its so damn frustrating! And then when the person does respond, they respond to things that are least important and completely avoid the main topic of the texts. Id rather be more clear while texting so things dont get miscommunicated or anything like that. Id rather give more than less. If the person didnt WANT an answer the person wouldn't ASK the questions. Simple as that. Why jump around and then pick and choose through the text what youd LIKE to answer? Why not just give the answers to all or respond to all rather than just a part? Annoying as fuck if you ask me! But its whatever, allergies are taking me out. With ✌🏻 and 🫶🏻 im 👋🏻

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I am the woman who grew up THINKING I had friends. I am the woman who grew up THINKING I had best friends. I am the woman who grew up treating people as Id like to be treated. I grew up as the woman who stands up for those too scared to stand up for themselves. I am the woman who grew up doing and doing and doing for other and NOT expecting shit in return. I am the woman who is expendable and replaceable…I am the woman who nobody picks first.

Now, with all that being said, I may be all those things, but I am also the woman who shows appreciation even when it is un deserved. I appreciate any act of kindness, no matter how small…if you pick me a flower from the side of the road just because you think I'd like it, I APPRECIATE IT and SHOW that fact in some way or another…because you thought of me so I want to show how that made me feel and I want you to feel good too. Someone compliments me, I may not believe them, but I still find something to compliment them on because they TRIED to make me smile so I want to put a smile on their face as well…how hard is it to NOT be an ungrateful twat?! Seriously, how fucking hard can it be to show someone you appreciate what they do for you?! I dont know, im half asleep, annoyed and in every kind of pain you can feel at this point…hope whoever reads this has whatever day you deserve…be kind, dont be a twat…I promise, IT DOESNT FUCKING HURT! With ✌🏻 and 🫶🏻 im out 👋🏻

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Picture this, Halifax 2026, youre working at a fast food restaurant that you used to frequent, A LOT, you know most of the people who you currently work with and have had many conversations with all PRIOR to getting hired there. They have gotten to know the “work” you as well as the previously known “outside of work" you and have noticed that the “2 versions” of you are basically 1 in the same! The 2nd shift manager, who you have spoken with NUMEROUS TIMES, clocks in and you start talking about the day shift issues or what have you and then it occurs to you that the reason that that was the first shift you have actually worked with him was because the first 2 you were supposed to work with him you had to leave early…so you tell him something like “by the way, im not the type of person who asks to leave her shift early unless its an emergency or its necessary, I am also not a person who calls off unless im dead or dying or someone else is dying type of situation” to which youre met with the response of “im your manager, dont you tell me what you do, I tell you what youre doing or when youre leaving!” I was like “uhm, I think youre taking what I said out of context, I wasn't telling you anything like that, I was just telling you that like, I like to work and dont try to get out of work for just any reason" the response was basically coming from a tyrant on a power trip at this point… His response to me was “fuck it, I dont need you here, just go clock out and go the fuck home!” 😲 my response was “what the fuck?! Youre joking right?!” Nope, he wasn't joking at all…I was, once again, told to clock out and go home…so I said whatever and went to clock out and because it was an hour and a half before the shift was due to end I needed him to approve it…so I told him “I kind of need your approval to clock out early…his response was just “ill fix the fuckin time later!” As he walked away and basically slammed a door in my face… so I left and went home and have been dwelling for days on that interaction…because anyone who really, truly knows me knows that if I say something I mean it…always. Its whatever…guess the people who seem to be the most chill are just snowflakes in disguise! Im bored now, of the entire thing…hope whoever reads this has a great day! With ✌🏻 and 🫶🏻 im out 👋🏻.

Growing up I always noticed something about many of the adults around me. Every morning I would go to school id watch all the parents of my friends leave in their cars on their way to work…my own included. They always seemed miserable when they'd get home that it made me question my mom one day. She came home from her 2nd job for that day (she had 3 jobs at this point) and she just looked so exhausted and miserable and on the verge of tears. I walked into the kitchen where she had promptly started supper for our family as soon as she walked in the door and I asked how her day was and like all parents, she plastered on that fake smile and she said it was good and asked about mine back which made me go on yet another rant about yet another bully I had dealt with that day (essentially increasing her stress levels)…but then I got to the topic I had wanted to talk to her about. I looked at her and I said “if so many people look sad when they come home from work then why do they keep going to a place that makes them that way?” (I was maybe 10-12 at the time). Her response was simple…”so we can live". I never even asked her to elaborate because in my childish mind it was “ADULT LANGUAGE” and I wasn't supposed to actually understand…at least thats what I thought so I kind of just rolled my eyes, said “ok 👌🏻” and then went to my room to do homework. It wasn't until recently that that conversation popped into my head and a full on realization hit me…we live to work to live. The way I am understanding it is we are born, raised and taught that we have to work when were older so we can pay for stuff we need. We turn of age for our first jobs and some parents (mine very much did this) made their kids get a job as soon as they were old enough, and some also made their kids pay them part of their paychecks towards living expenses or for things they need in the store (again, mine did this) essentially teaching us the real value of a dollar by making us earn what we want to spend by working pretty much instilling in us a positive work ethic. Then we grow up and move out on our own and that begins the true test. When youre on your own you normally DONT have mommy and daddy to fall back on when you have hard times (I can ALWAYS go to my mom for help just as my kids can to me) and some just have to do what they can to push through and survive adulthood. So as of your late teens (maybe 18, sometimes younger given the situation) or early 20s you have already lived to wor…but NOW, you have to work to live. You have to work to pay rent, car stuff, medical stuff, food, other necessities like…a car and gas to drive your car…so it comes full circle…we live to work…to live. So it must really suck for those younger generations to grow up and realize this since they're mainly all just sheltered bug people who suck the life out of you and and rot in the dark all day…years ago when I started working you could EASILY find jobs that you needed NO experience for. Now though, you need work experience for most GOOD jobs to hire you but you also need the job to hire you TO GET work experience…its all just a catch 22….maybe im thinking the wrong thing but hey…thats me. Ive finally realized that I grew up just to have to work just so I can life my life. 🤷🏼‍♀️ whatever. I need to get ready for work…with ✌🏻 and 🫶🏻 im out 👋

Hope anyone who reads this has a fantastic day!

…it made me see that being angry all the time was just dragging me down mentally. I was told to always look for a positive in every negative no matter how hard it is to see…I was told that being quick to anger is never a good thing in anyone's life because it clouds judgment and people tend to react without thinking and it often times lands them in real trouble. At this time I was fighting to get my kids home with me and I was told I needed anger management classes because being the way I was being was sure to make any judge keep them away from me. THAT was my wake up call…that was the day I decided to change. I spent years being someones punching bag verbally and physically…I didnt fight back because I decided no matter how shitty I was treated by people, I was going to treat them as Id like them to treat me. 4 years ago I finally chose to fight back when someone treated me poorly or put their hands on me. 24 years of being a punching bag, never fighting back, and the day I finally defended myself and fought back I was labeled abusive and a man beater…let's not forget that the man I defended myself from was the same man who put his hands on me for years prior. From that day on I started noticing my control over my anger slipping away slowly. I been dwelling on this for days now. I let my anger show at work towards a coworker the other day…my irritation levels in customer service jobs are high…I've recently realized that that is why I only work customer service jobs for a short time…but this day has been building up for MONTHS! I have been keeping my mouth shut to this one chick I work with…all she does is cry and complain ALL. SHIFT. LONG! She also has a problem where she tries to tell me how to do my job…a job I was trained BY THE OWNER to do…and HE (the owner) has no issues with me or how I do my job…so multiple times a shift I will have to tell her I dont need nor want her help and that I am perfectly capable of doing my own job. But the other day something in me snapped and I WENT OFF on this bitch

…then followed up with “if you want to keep sitting there side eyeing me and talking shit we can take it out back and have a little chat and solve your problem"…anger got the best of me…its been getting the best of me. Im usually pretty men, maybe high strung sometimes, but zen for the most part…I want peace, I want love, I want happiness…and when people start to affect those things in my life in a negative way it chips away at my zenness and starts to bring out the anger in me…its getting harder to control…and its affecting every aspect of my life…its whatever. Hope anyone who reads this has whatever day you deserve…with ✌🏻 and 🫶🏻 im out 👋