The Bull Horn: Rants, Confessions, and Missed Connections

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I Need Help. Please Tell Me Your Thoughts on This

“I am in love with an amazing artist who is also an alcoholic. This person’s income does not nearly match what they need to spend in alcohol, which usually leaves me in a position of having to buy it, so the person does not go off the deep end. My compassion usually results in me spending money I don’t have in order to maintain this person, and I am going into debt because of it, even though I work full time and have a reasonable salary. I know the solution for myself is to walk away, but I fear what will happen to this person if I do that. This is a good and talented person who has a severe problem. They refuse to go into detox and rehabilitation, insisting they can quit on their own. But this person never stops drinking and the vicious cycle continues on and on. Does anyone have any thoughts on how I can help this person and myself, without just walking away?” – Out of My League

Ridiculous B’y

“Does no one notice all the chemtrails? Why is it that when the “contrails” are sprayed they expand into long clouds? Wake up ya dunces and stop believing people who have vested interest to lie to you.” -93

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October 16th-22nd

“Perhaps, we were both too stubborn.” – Prideful Shrew

Ugh, Damning Big Mary News

“I kinda hate that VOCM and CBC reported on the C—– R—– & Mary Brown’s connection, as it relates to a strike at the former maybe affecting the latter. I was hoping Mary Brown’s had their own line on chickens. I’ve seen the conditions C—— R—– chickens are raised in, and so, it is hard to feel like it’s quality, healthy chickens coming out of there. Big Mary and Taters is ruint now.” – Pig Out

I Saw You … @ First Choice Haircutters

” I saw you working at the first choice haircutters on Elizabeth Ave. I just popped in for a routine haircut, but your stunning smile kept making me turn my head, and I think that really pissed off the woman who was actually cutting my hair. (sorry lady!) Thanks for coming over during my haircut and asking what was going on, I’ll drop back next haircut.” – Mr. No Style

Why Can’t An Old-School Guy Find an Old-School Girl

“The whole dating scene these days seems to have lost direction, or maybe I’m the one who needs direction(!) What happened to the good old scene when a guy would ask a girl out for a date and not just ‘a hangout.’ And why is it so out of fashion to save yourself for marriage? Is chivalry dead? I’d hope to believe that it’s not. if you are still reading this then I’m assuming that you’re following what I’m saying. If that be the case, then let’s proceed.

Hey you! Yes, You! If you’re still reading this then I’m talking to you. Can I take you out for a date? I probably can’t afford a fancy date, but at least a mediocre one? And then if things don’t turn out the right way, we can at-least be friends (hopefully) or maybe not. But I say we give it a try! Who am I? I am just an ordinary guy. I will also be upfront and confess that I’m not a Newfoundlander and am a ‘come from away.’ 30 Yo, Average Body type, 5’6″ If I’ve been able to make you slightly curious then why not write me back? Would that be too much to ask for? And tell me a bit about yourself and then we can take it from there. Sounds like a plan? Waiting to hear back from you ….” – Dewdrops

Sick of Trudeau

“Is anybody else sick of Justin Trudeau? If i have to hear about DIVERSITY and MULTICULTURALISM one more time, i think i’m gonna lose it…” – I’ll Show You Diversity

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Reality Check for Library Lovers

“I see from reading the latest issue [of The Overcast]that  you people are really crying out fro a Library. Rest assured Halifax’s uber-praised new library is certainly cool, but ruined by people using it as a public hangout. I get no studying done there now that’s it’s just crowded with people on coffee dates, or group hangs before a movie or something, laughing and chatting. It’s cool for conferences, and to have such a public space, but, it’s hardly the studious, cultured space you all seem to have modern libraries idealized as. More like a spot for small workshops and conferences … and public space for hanging out in.” – Visting Haligonian

Embarrassed and Liberated at the [Can’t Even Utter the Word]

“I am a single mother, of a son who doesn’t even know a portion of his food comes from a food bank (or his clothes for the Sally Ann). I have only recently brought myself to be able to go a food bank, ashamed or something like shame. And then my worst fear: seeing someone I know there, the last time I was in. But then, shouldn’t there be comfort in that, in not being alone in this poverty? In recognizing faces there, and knowing I am not alone, and seeing there’s an employment issue in my town or province? The person I recognized went to MUN with me. I am university educated — no, not a useless arts degree, a business degree. I work, hard. I just can’t find a well-paying job in my field. Every time one is advertised, 1000 applicants apply, so I have a less than 1% chance to get it, or someone has the edge with their master’s degree (I can’t afford the time or money for more school, buried in student debt and raising a kid!). So I work in retail, for a man who makes me uncomfortable on the best of days. Every night when my son is sleeping, I check job ad apps, and curse myself to sleep, because there is no jobs in anything but retail, accounting, construction, and graphic design in this province! Of those 4 options, I have retail experience only. Minimum wage isn’t enough for rent and a child and food in this province. I wish politicians experienced life in my shoes, when they write policies and plans to make this a livable province. I wish wealthier people, or those with friends and family that can help them through hard times, lived through what i am living now, so they would quit judging. I had elderly parents, long dead now. I am terrified of the stigma of being poor and lazy falling off of me, unto my child. Have a heart, don’t judge people like me: we’re a reflection of the lack of jobs in our province as much as anything.” – Lucy

Scared

“Scared of saying how I feel. Scared of speaking to them at all. Scared that being silent looks creepy. Scared of being awkward. Scared of trying too hard. Scared of being wrong about any mutual attraction I perceive, of it being a delusion. Scared of misjudging the situation in general. Scared that they’re actually oblivious to me. Scared that I’m stressing them out. Scared of them losing patience waiting for me to make a move. Scared of speaking up too late and missing an opportunity. Scared of accidentally saying something offensive. Scared of obsession. Scared of gossip. Scared of being manipulated. Scared of being judged inadequate and mediocre. Scared of being rejected. Scared of humiliation. Scared of being alone. Scared that I will never overcome. Scared that none of this will matter.” – Scared

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