Did you ever think that maybe he just wasn't that into you? —stop complaining about your ex's and maybe you'll all be a lot happier

My complaint goes out to a certain "news" publisher that consistently prints vulgarities and swear words and then distributes them to places that could have any random child pick it up and read. This does nothing to help our youth, or ourselves. If it is worth printing remove the vulgarity. Also, the section with all these posts also has a swear word right in its title. It is very disappointing. —Person that still believes in people showing respect

So I enjoy my homemade submarine sandwiches quite dearly. I always heat a half one at a time for 43 seconds in the microwave. This has always worked out well and the cheese comes out nice and warm and not all messy and dribbly. I wrap each half sub individually in cling wrap as I find it holds all the toppings securely and keeps my hands from getting messey while I eat it. So the other day I think to myself I'm gonna 20 or so cents and get the generic cling wrap as it was on sale. What a mistake that was. The shit melts together in the microwave so you have to basically tear the crap out of it or use scissors. Then I notice the melted cheese even burned a hole through it. Never again will this happen and I'll spread the word as long as it takes. Generic cling wrap is garbage! I even tried to seal a bowl of leftovers with it and get this, it doesn't even cling! There are very few instances in life where I've felt this bad. I'm also well aware that my life is full of first world problems...... I live in a first world country. —Nukka

I'm hoping that the next generation will rebel by rejecting their parents' generation's obsession with the so-called smartphones. There are far too many people walking, driving and just plain standing in the way while they selfishly fiddle with their devices. There are also physical issues. I used to work with a guy who was always complaint about his sore neck while he sat hunched over his phone. Duh! According to recent research: “The hours you spend on your smartphone could be putting up to 60 lbs. of pressure on your spine, a new U.S. study says. …..People spend an average of two to four hours a day with their heads tilted over reading and texting on their smart phones and devices. Cumulatively this is 700 to 1400 hours a year of excess stresses seen about the cervical spine.” —For the love of god put that phone away!

Just when I was thinking how tired I was of driver, bicycle, and pedestrain bitches in the Coast, I have one of my own! This is directed at one bad driver so the rest of you can take a valium. To the driver of a small navy blue wagon: your driving sucks! On Friday morning at the corner of Brunswick and Cogswell we waited dutifully for the walk signal. Just as we were about a third of the way across you made a left hand turn off Cogswell and, given that there is only one lane heading south on Brunswick, had to have driven on the wrong side of the centre line to avoid hitting us. That's at least two infractions: failing to yield to pedestrians and driving on the wrong side of the centre line. If I had gotten your plate I would have reported you to the police. Was it really worth it to save a few seconds on your commute? The irony is that you probably think you are a great driver. The reality is that your driving sucks! Hopefully you will realize that and start being more careful before you injure someone. Slow the frick down! You are not that important! —Not a happy camper

A letter to Councillor McCluskey: I was recently informed that you are seeking advice from city staff regarding a potential licensing scheme for bicycles in Halifax. As a resident, voter, and regular cyclist, I must confess that I see this idea as troubling. Cities around the world are working hard to ensure cycling is accessible as possible. Anything that makes casual riders less likely to choose cycling makes every minute on the road more dangerous for me as a rider. Fewer bikes on the road = decreased awareness of cyclists by drivers = more danger for those who do ride. I'm sure you follow. Most of the email you receive on this topic will be angrily against the idea of a bike license. I am conflicted. I feel that if the city offered me an optional bicycle license for a few dollars I would get one. I would do it just for the sheer pleasure of showing it to every driver who believes that not having a license while riding a bicycle somehow makes me a menace. I am not a menace. I am trying to make my city a better place. One less car on the road, one less polluter, one less step backward. I hope you will reconsider this ill-advised policy direction. —Kris MacLellan

Recently, in an attempt to accomplish some Christmas shopping (if I dare use the C-word) , I darkened the doorway of a certain retail establishment for the very first time. This very successful business caters to a certain physical and spiritual practice that is purported to induce a calm meditative approach to life. Given that, I expected to be greeted either by library-esque silence or possibly Glenn Gould's recording of Bach's Goldberg Variations playing softly in the background. Instead, I stepped through the doorway into a blaring wall of sound. And not good sound. The music struck me as some sort of screechy tween drivel. My immediate reaction was: WTF? I can't understand why anyone would feel the need to blast the music so loudly in a retail outlet. The staff were pleasant and helpful but the racket was ungodly. The remainder of my Christmas shopping will be down elsewhere. —Bilateral transfer

I don't think that you really want me to call the police. At least your 'girlfriend" didn't want me to... Your crackhead eyes gave away what you two were doing under the deck. I told her to watch out because of the cameras surrounding the building, not because she was working. Being a pimp must be so fulfilling... —You can't scare me... I LIVE here

To the man speeding down Young Street Wednesday morning at about 9:45 in the Black Intrepid, you, are an incosiderate moron with your head up your ass. Not only do you drive like you are blindfolded with a brick strapped to your foot, you took the right hand corner onto Windsor St so fast you just missed hitting my very visable, large white and black spotted dog. My dog actually jumped backwards and yelped. Thanks for that. —Do we need to wear pylons?

Hey co-workers! Yes, you! Shut the eff up! I'm tired of the condescending tone you take with the so-called "foreigners" we speak with on the phone. Get an education. Or a sense of decency. Or both. —Now I understand why people outside the Maritimes think we're idiots.