To the four older white ladies who not only talked through the movie The Hate U Give, but laughed during the final emotional climax: You suck. This is a movie about an (all too farmiliar) police shooting of an unarmed black teenager. Yes, the movie falls into some teen drama tropes, but the stressful scenes involving police are not meant for your laughter. This movie was clearly not made for you, but next time try to learn from the movie instead of being insensitive. It may be fiction, but the topic is no laughing matter.
—Tired of justifying human rights

Yes, I saw the texts you sent him. You didn't care that he is a father of three with the youngest being a month old. You just wanted my husband and you didn't care about the family you were trying to destroy for your own pleasure. You messed with the wrong girl because I'm not having any of that. You even quit your job so you wouldn't see me. Guess what? You may think it's over because you blocked me on all types of social media, but you are wrong. Your loving boyfriend WILL know what a disgusting girl you really are. I will get the last say in this, NOT you. Bye, Felicia
—AM

After years away, I knew Halifax would've barely changed, with the exception that every great (and driven) friend of mine left, too. Outside of university clubs, there are no friendly socials in this city (unless you like book clubs, gaming or have an interest in local art). Who has ever seen such a bare meet-up selection? No wonder everyone feels lonely. Halifax: Act like a big city and start making it easier for people to meet new friends, then maybe they wouldn't all leave for greener pastures. Especially for a city that prides itself on immigrants and newcomers. Oh and, just a heads-up, not everything social needs to involve drinking.
—Abandoned

To all you guys out there who follow in daddy's footsteps when going to get your hair cut: Aren't you tired of the same old barber style your dad once wore? Move with the times and find a stylist that knows how to make you look good. It's even worse when women feel they have to continue this stupid tradition. Get a life!
—Tired of old men barbers

I have a job interview on Friday. If I owned a car, I would be able to get there in nine minutes, because it's only five and a half kilometres away. If I walked, it'd take an hour and one minute. If—or when—I have to rely on Halifax Transit, I'm looking at 35 to 52 minutes of transit time. The LEAST amount of walking I could do would be for 17 to 20 minutes, and I'd have to take two different buses. Instead, I'll likely opt for a 20-minute bike ride. Shame on you, transit!
—don't want to own a car

I was driving down Agricola Street. At the intersection of Agricola and North, the car in front of me turned on his left turn blinker and stopped to wait for his chance to turn left. Incoming traffic was pretty heavy. IT IS A NO-LEFT-TURN INTERSECTION. The sign is right below the traffic lights. I waited for a couple seconds to give him a chance to see the sign and start moving. I gave him a couple light honks when he didn't realize that he's not supposed to be turning left. I rolled down my window and shouted "no left turn" and I guess I wasn't loud enough.
I honked a couple short honks again and it triggered him. I could see that he seemed to be yelling and looking back at me and then he aggressively pulled straight ahead and stopped on the side of the street. When I passed him I was going to roll down my window and told him that I wasn't being impatient, it's just that he wasn't supposed to turn left at the intersection, anyway. I gave up the original plan as I saw his angry red face and pumped up chest. I could hear his yelling and swearing without rolling down my window so I decided not to waste any more of my time and energy.
Then he started his car and cut right off in front of the car behind me and followed me while pressing on his horn long and hard until we parted.
So, in return to your "you fuckin' bitch" comment: YOU DUMB FUCK. READ THE FUCKN TRAFFIC SIGN AND STOP BEING A JERSEY SHORE LOOKING DOUCHE!—frustrated driver

Why is it that whenever I go out to a bar, men will ignore me all night, until I walk out the door at closing time? Then, they all pounce? They even yell after you as you walk off down the street. Hello! I was in the bar all night. If you can't put in the work, buy me a drink, invite me to dance and chat me up, then you can fuck right off! You slummy, grimy, last-chance-for-romance losers need to up your game or go home and beat it.
—Still single

Who do you gotta fuck to get some weed in this town? Where's all the pot? You ran out after one day of legalization? Can you get some more? You make it illigal to buy from anywhere else—and then you can't serve the masses. Get your shit together if you want to run a monopoly, greedy government! And what's with all the beurocracy and red tape? You have to sign up online first before going in to your stores? Why not just show your ID, like when you buy liquor? Why only designated stores and not all stores? This just causes huge line-ups!
—Ass, gas and grass: The government owns it all

Can't wait till you're escorted out of the building. We've all suffered enough. A new dawn is finally on its way.
—Last and loudest laugher

Hey neighbour, do you wear cement shoes on your feet as you stomp up and down the stairwell and hallway at all hours of the night? There is no need to stomp your feet so loud everywhere you walk inside the building—no need for it at all! Walk softly, asshole! The pounding wakes me up out of a dead sleep!
—Your pissed off neighbour