To the Idiot driving the light gray/silver car from Kaye Street onto Gottingen Street about 7 am Thursday...Please look out passenger window before you drive immediately in front of someone!! Next time you pull that crap you may end up with a badly damaged car you Idiot. —Open eyes

Walking down the street late one evening, when not too far away a couple of people were walking along and one of them said aloud (though most of their conversation was audible) "Is that a guy wearing pantyhose?" Yes, I am wearing a form of tights, first of all. Second of all, guy? I'm sorry, but not one person can tell the gender, sex, sexuality—or anything about that individual for that matter—just based on looking, regardless if it is day or night (high vis or low vis). I am not male; I am queer. Every night I'm out I am yelled at, stared at, laughed at, for being openly queer. I like "women’s clothes.” I enjoy decorating my body for myself, not for you. You are entitled to your own body, so leave mine alone. Everyone should feel comfortable at any time of the day. And PS, to a previous bitch comment section where someone mentioned their frustration with bro shaming: Bros publicly shame a lot of people. There’s nothing wrong with fighting back. —Here and Queer So Fuck Off My Dear <3

Elope???? Are you deluded? We weren't dating. We have never had any intimate contact. We were not even FRIENDS. You spent all of your time telling me how I was "emotionally and physically unwell" and "emotionally distant and cold." You are critical, rude and ignorant. I'm fit, healthy and well; you're covered in some incurable jungle fungus from Asia and suffering from pneumonia every other month. I am already in love with someone and you tried to convince me he was worthless. Move on please, not interested. —Little Bird

Letting your dog rip up my backyard in the early hours while I was asleep was super disrespectful; but leaving his shit there, and NOT picking up after him is dirty and lowly, and makes me wonder how attentive you actually are to him. I pity your dog. —Can't wait to see your entitled ass gone from my hood

This goes out to all the assholes who almost plough you over trying to get on the elevator as soon as the doors open! Can you give me a fucken moment to vacate before you almost knock me over??? are you in that much a hurry????? —Fed Up

Thanks for rejecting my friend request on facebook. We work together, we see one another 5 days a week. Now every time I see you in the office, in person, I feel like you're always thinking, 'Why would you try to add me on facebook?!', while I'm thinking 'I wonder if she knows that I know she rejected it...' AWKWARD!

I didn't think you'd deny it because you have everyone else from work on your list! We have 12 mutual friends, all co workers! Why did you have an issue with having ME on there?! I did nothing wrong.

If you didn't really want to be my friend, then hide me from your newsfeed and delete me if one of us parts from the company, but for Gawd's sake accept the damn friend request!! Fuck, why do you want this awkwardness in real life?! I've even changed my opinion about you-- you'll accept everyone else's friend request but mine! You clearly don't like me, but knowing this now I don't like you anymore! —Friend request UNACCEPTED

After all my expenses, which is already at a bare minimum,I have less than $10 per month in my entertainment and discretionary expenses budget. It is not much, but I manage to save for my future, as well as sponsor a child from Amnesty international. Anyway, I've been saving all summer just so I can buy a fire truck for my community. What is more basic than a fire trucks? Well, I get to the store, and instead of paying 8 percent sales tax like in Alberta, you charge me 15%. Premier McNeil, I am sick and tired of you balancing your budget off of my sweat and blood. Have you no ethics? Where is your compassion? I am trying to get ahead, and with friends like you, who needs enemies? —10 year old that loves LEGO

Our society has a tendency to remember or to be fascinated or angered about things that may or may not be that important in the greater scheme of things...Kaitlyn Jenner, The Kardashians, Cecil the lion (yes, I am sorry). We remember when a beautiful lion is killed and we remember longer (and maybe we are angrier) than we are when beautiful people are massacred everywhere around the world by gun toting nuts and the various wars, acts of terror, etc. That spot in our memory for the truly horrid stuff is filled with the aforementioned. In other words we are distracted. Maybe we block these thing out. I wonder what is on reality tv tonight? I am sorry if I offended anyone, anywhere by what I just said. There is a saying about those who fail to remember history are doomed to repeat it. We sadly may be doomed by defective memories. We do not learn from our mistakes; we do look at the mistakes of others and wonder how we can better game the system. Not everyone is evil, but evil does pervade our world. Evil depends on us being stupid and distracted. Next week or the week after; the same things will happen and more people will die. A politician will wring his or her hands and make some speeches. Everything will be fine on planet stupid. —Bluesnozer

I recently moved to Halifax & use the transit system. I'm hugely disappointed. Many drivers are rude and bark at riders like circus ring masters. Selfish passengers push, elbow and stick huge bags in your path, taking seats meant for the elderly or disabled. And the smell! Don't buses here have air fresheners? A dozen fresh mountain pine ones on each bus would be optimum. The buses are never on time. I’m always late for work. Are there any rail systems being planned for the city? —Moving Back to Town From Clayton Park Hell

Today I was cutting through the courtyard behind the library, on my way to my car, when I saw this young kid (7 y/o?) balling his eyes. As I looked around there was no one in sight so I stopped to make sure he was okay (I thought maybe he had exited the library and was lost or didn't know how to get back in).

While trying to keep a few metres between us so I didn't scare him, I asked "is everything okay?", "do you need any help?", and "where are your parents?". He then pointed as his mom started to round the corner. His mom told me that the kid was "having a bit of a freakout" so they left him there for a little bit to cool down--fair enough, I thought.

I said okay and that I just wanted to make sure the kid wasn't lost and was about to leave when his crazy ass father came ripping around the corner with his umbrella pointed at me like the Penguin from Batman Returns.

Immediately Mr. Crazy Dad started yelling at me to "get away from his kid" and that "you can't approach kids like this". At this point I was offended. I asked him "what his f*cking problem was".

Now I'm sure that Crazy Dad is going around telling people that someone tried to lure his kid or some shit.

I admit that dropping the F bomb in front of the kid was not a good call and I apologize, but some advice for any parents out there: don't leave your crying child on a bench walk away and get mad if someone tries to help. —Concerned citizen just trying to help