So it’s been a few days since I posted anything. I’ve been fighting a triple threat; the cold virus, the flu virus and an eye infection that mysteriously jumps from one eye to another. Safe to say that I’ve had a trying week.
Updates on the situation with my sweetheart. Things are pretty much back to normal. We talk everyday but I still haven’t seen him. Tomorrow will make it three weeks. I’d like to tell you that this isn’t normal or the usual but that’s not true. Sometimes I find myself saying, “I’m just over it at this point”. And partially I am. I’m done being the one putting in all the effort to see him. My schedule is no longer free. I’ll be going out with my friends and making plans without him in my thoughts. I feel like I’ve been putting my social calendar on hold and that’s over. Don’t get me wrong, I still like him a lot but in the words of many teenagers around the world, “fuck that shit”. I’m not putting up with that. I refuse to settle and accept that as the norm. I wasn’t born attached to him and if he doesn’t want to see me then I’m sure there are many others who will.
There’s only a few months of summer and I’m out here to enjoy it as much as I can. That being said, I’ve realized something a few moments ago as I’m sitting on the train headed to work. Although Canadians have a reputation for being polite and nice, all Canadians aren’t nice. That’s a stereotype. It’s a rather pleasant stereotype but I would rather people not come here expecting everything to be the garden of Eden with welcoming hands and kind words. I just witnessed a woman practically steal a seat on the train away from this older man. Her demeanour and attitude was so forceful and repulsive, those who observed the minor incident were left shaking their heads. She was more than capable of standing, she wasn’t pregnant and she literally exited the train a few stops later. I was shaking my head thinking, all that for a 10 minute train ride? She must be having a horrible day.
But no, I’m not about to make excuses for her horrible behaviour. She was simply rude. I’m trying to figure out why I’m so outraged about this but I just am. That poor old man just wanted to sit and he’s currently still on the train while she has already hopped off. One thing I’ve learned from being in Canada is that kindess keeps the peace and all it takes is a select few to disrupt that balance. Some might view it as conformity to society’s expectations. Yes, it is. But this is one expectation which I have no problem with.
Now as to how I went from talking about my love life to social issues, I have no answer. It happened in the moment and I decided to talk about it. However, the lessons from this post are; don’t give too much to those who do not deserve it and be fucking polite.