Wine & Whine in Current Events

My therapist and I have finally made it to my body image issues. I feel shallow that we even have to go there but whatever. Just fix me lol. Should I be flattered that I keep him up at night? I’m too complicated to try and understand.
Today is a half decent one. My anxiety has calmed down enough for me to eat again. I take a bus to my therapy appointments because it is downtown and it costs me about the same for parking but I don’t have to worry about time. I also don’t have to worry about the stress of high traffic. It’s just nice. A young lad came on the bus and I could not get over his coat. It was fantastic! The rest of his outfit was awful but I wanted to see if I could find something like that at the mall that we have downtown. I have not been there in years and years and omg my city is turning into some ghetto dump. I didn’t even feel safe walking in that place. Grafitti and windows boarded up. Half the shops were closed. Lord baby Ganesha I just wanted to get the fuck out. So now I’m walking the streets and it smells like piss and wet dogs. I saw people huffing god knows what in the ally and all I can hear is people screaming at each other from everywhere. Good god get a grip Winnipeg. I’ll hit up a better mall next week or just give up on that dream and buy something online.
I decided to exercise today even though I am getting over the flu or a cold. With my anxiety acting up this way all I want to do is go for a run. I have a couple of weeks left of snow but soon I will be able to run away from my problems. For at least up to an hour.
A friend of mine is having a wedding social next month and my high school gang is likely all going to go. Just like we did for her first marriage. I invited the boys to this one and it turns out that they’re already going. Now I am so pumped about it. I guess every gay person around 30 years of age will be attending. I forgot that my friend’s girlfriend was the king of lesbians back in 2009 and hosted everything at the IT gay bar back in our day. This is perfect because I need to avoid one of the girls from my high school click because of a he-said-she-said fight that happened a couple of years ago. Maybe I’ll meet somebody? Or maybe gays really do just die off when they turn 30? Where my people at?
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Luck, Love and Lollipops
-Tom