You added me on social media and I kinda felt bad for you despite your reputation as being a man to avoid. Turns out yes you should be avoided. Do you have a life? Or do you sit on your computer all day being a slime? Not my first rodeo with online men and, as it turns out, you are pushy and do not understand the word "No" or social cues. Being narcissistic, balding and having a beer gut does not make you much of a catch! Got it?
—I'll pass, thanks!

Hey, I was crossing on the light! You hang a fast left off Spring Garden Road and I am literally running for my life. Had I been 20 years older, I'd be another dead pedestrian. I looked at you through the drivers side window as you careened around the corner but your eyes were locked front. Then—sweet justice—a cop lights you up and pulls you over! I think that death for me and criminal charges for you were both possible had you run me down.
—Pedestrians' lives matter

Tell me, this coffee establishment so dearly loved by Canadians: Why is it that when I bring a re-usable mug you fill your own cup to transfer to mine only to go ahead and throw it away? The whole reason I brought mine was to avoid yours going into the landfill! Honestly, if other coffee establishments don't have a problem with filling my mug up directly, why don't you? From now on I'm going to take my mug elsewhere and enjoy their coffee.
—M. Watts

Not to sound like a bro, but could I kindly ask that when I am doing my morning exercises at the gym that you not fart near the weights? As you may or may not know, breathing is a huge part in getting those "gains" and...yeah breathing that is not pleasant.

I would like to point out that it's a normal function of the body, but I mean to be honest, it really smelled like doo-doo. Time and place for everything.

Thank you.
—R Kray

I've been out of this abusive relationship for six months. I never reported what you did to me. I've been the one to step away from our mutual friends, who I love and which has been harder than our actual breakup. I've changed my entire schedule and life just so that I don't have to see your face. I've done everything in order to make life easier even if it's really just getting me through the days until you leave in the summer. And you don't care.

And then I hear that you may stay here for your master's degree. I'm not surprised. You've always been smart. Of course you got an offer. But the potential for you to stay here means I've got the potential to lose out on my dream of grad school here. It means I cannot continue the project of my dreams because the thought of maintaining what I've been doing in order to cope with what you've done to me and the potential to see you every day for two more years is terrifying. I can't continue like this. And you don't care.

You will continue doing what you've been doing to women throughout your undergrad until either a woman decides the abuse is something she can handle for the rest of her life to stay with you, or she ends up in the hospital.

And I can do nothing. You've done your piece. All I can wait for is to hope you accept a position somewhere else so that I can finally heal and become the person I was on track to be before I met you. I hate you. But you don't care, and because of that the people around you will suffer until you do.
—Taping myself together

Kijiji buyers are the MOST annoying motherfuckers on this planet. WHY the fuck can't you assholes read the instructions in the ad? It says call the number. Don't send me a million messages to my email. I'm not sitting at the computer all day playing with you fucking idiots. Call the number to pick up the item or fuck off. Secondly, when you fuckheads email me, "Hi im interested, is the item still available?" I always reply, "Yes! It is!" And then I never hear from you again. WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? Why ask me if it's still available if you don't fucking want it? I have to sit around on the computer and keep checking for your response. So fucking annoying! You people make me sick. This shit is being sold at a bargain. If you don't wanna buy it, fuck the hell off and go pay full price at the mall.
—Pulling my ads before I pull out my hair

Life is busy. We all wanna get shit done, we all wanna make it to the end of the day in one piece. And, we wanna heal (with possible exceptions.) I know I'm guiltier than most when it comes to being overly dreamy and hopeless and talking too much, however, I'm tired of people—all sorts—vacillating between making demands on others and acting very indirect about simple things and expecting people to read their minds.

They make stupid noises that belong in cartoons for kids instead of vocalizing what's actually going on, ask leading questions and use manipulating gestures that frankly, freak me out as someone who has been abused in the past. Well, it leaves me feeling flustered and confused, like, if I have to change who I am so that you don't have a meltdown about your grandma dying TEN YEARS AGO, then fuck off and get professional help. If you want help, request it. If you're feeling your feels, state it. If you have an idea, say it. I have myself to deal with and that's more than enough at the best of times, so filling in your gaps is not an option now or ever. I had to learn online and in workshops how to communicate properly. It isn't rocket science, but it's also not entirely common to have great role models so I'll forgive you that. You already know what you want, but do you ever bother to ask yourself what you actually NEED?

And have you even stopped to think that perhaps my autonomy and self-respect holds more importance than this pseudo relationship? I refuse to become an extension of your anxieties, I reject your pouting face that's supposed to make me bend over backwards, and I will no longer tolerate people who fabricate thrones out of their supposed purity of heart. The pure of heart don't suck the life out of everyone else in the room. K bye.
—I'd rather not

Page 3: Editor says New Year's resolutions are an industry so there will be no wellness warriors in this issue that feed off your dollars of self-inadequacy.

Page 14: An article which features a wellness witch doctor who charges people for nutritional advice you can get for free, telling us to eat a big ass bowl of crap.
—Stop normalizing witch doctors

Does Halifax know there are other boots than Blundstones? Just wondering.
—Sincerely, Crocs

I just bought a beater Honda Civic 2004 just to get around until it dies. We only got one key and fob with it. I inquired about getting another key and fob at a dealer. The key alone is $160.64 with tax, and with fob it's $329.39! I'm in the wrong business! Oh, and I only paid $1000 for the car, so to get a key and fob it would be over one third of the value of entire car!
—Good deal