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[swayingsoul]

18 Unwritten Social Rules You Need To Follow | Social Norms

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[haenschenklein]

Day 15: Manning Park and more thieves

We travelled from Kelowna to the Manning Provincial Park, the Cold Springs Campground, to be exact, and saw a moose on the way, crossing the road right before us. Neither we nor the moose (female) were hurt. On that note, I find it interesting that the road signs always depict the male variants of an animal (with the exception of the bear, which is often shown with a cub, indicating a female), if there are visual differences. In my experience it is much more common to see female deer than bucks, so a bit more diversity might be a good idea;)

We shopped for some food in Princeton and had a quick walk through town. There’s a big copper/silver/gold mine closeby, that we got a glimpse of on the way forward. Immense effects on the landscape.

Anyhow. We reserved a campsite at Cold Springs with a written note, a piece of firewood, a gallon of drinking water and a cardboard box containing a small tarp. From past experience, that is more than enough to keep people from taking your spot.

With that done, we drove a short ways back and hiked around Lightning Lake for a total of about 13km today. The lake is beautiful as are the mountains around it, but there are so many people on the water and the beaches, it almost puts you off.

As we returned to the campsite, it was not taken, but our firewood and water sure was gone. Turns out another family of towel thieving chinese set up camp nearby and were simply taking stuff from other campgrounds. I guess growing up in a communist country really does leave you with no sense of property. Or maybe they’re just cunts. Luckily we had a few containers left, so we could make do. Still, water, jug and wood were gone. No point in confronting them either as they had poured the water out (it was a tap refill) and the wood was already burned. No way to prove their wrongdoing in case they didn’t admit it right away.

Needless to say both Bec and I and the Park operator were rather upset about such unfriendly behavior.

I believe in Karma though and hope they get the shits from drinking off that jug.

[duchessduci-blog]

It's a Human Thing: Trysts and Trinkets Symbolise Human Diets

Today is called Valentine’s Day. Mum is spending hours in front the mirror burning her hair and smearing chemicals on her skin. Dad usually chills out on the couch on Sunday mornings but he went charging out without even doing me the courtesy of taking me for a walk. He seemed pretty concerned so maybe I won’t sleep on his pillow inter next half hour. Anywho, since they’re both so preoccupied, I decided to do a Google search to find out as much as possible about this sacred holiday. After all, given the level of tension and the snow Brit time mum is spending on her eyebrows,it’s obviously pretty important and I’m the kind of canine that believes knowledge is power. I’ve said it before and I’m saying it again: humans are fucking weird man. Why are they so anxious? They’re acting like that idiot poodle across road that continues to bark even though he knows he’s wearing a human sex collar (you know, the kind that zaps if you talk). It looks like a petty mundane program as far as I can work out. It appears that the humans will spend today engaging in the following activities:

1. Presenting each other with boxes containing objects that sometimes aren’t as bright and shiny as the should be (and occasionally some choice leather ones too).

2. Presenting each other bunches of plants (not the good chewy stick bit, just the leafy part - WTF is the point of that?!) swaddled in paper, affixed with elaborate bows, both of which are immediately discarded

3. A lot of people playing that noisy game on the bed - ask any of my comrades, most will tell you stories about humans making them leave the room while they play. I think it’s so rude that they purposely exclude us that way. Fucking selfish assholes. (Speaking of assholes, never shake a human’s hand while they’re playing. Holy shit you’d think I’d pissed on the carpetbag time! It’s like, whatevs I won’t bother saying hi anymore. Cunt.)

4. The ingestion of large quantities of chocolate. And cake. And food. Right in front of me. So rude. The greedy pricks probably won’t share as usual.

5. Secretly worrying about a piece of paper soon to arrive called a “credit card statement”. It’s the same every month. I wish they’d tell whoever sends them out to back off. I dot know what its purpose is, but I’m assuming has to with food since that’s the only thing worth fretting so much about. That and the little bastard across the road. That diamond collar doesn’t mean shit when you can’t even take a shit!

[lavenderandkindredspirits-blog]

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who observe and respect the "no-talking while someone is watching tv" rule and those who don't. Apparently I only know the latter.

[hermitinthemountains-blog]

My legs are itchy

So it's been awhile since I've shaved my legs. I can't even remember how long. 3 weeks? Maybe 4? I really have no idea. They were already pretty hairy when I got poison ivy (never again will i take healthy skin for granted) and two weeks later, I'm still confused as to whether the itch is because the rash has not fully faded, or if it's because I've never experienced leg hair this long. At first I really wanted to shave as quickly as possible, but now I'm kinda curious to see how long I can go, and hoping that the itch will go away as soon as it gets soft. I'm thinking of it as a jump start on No-Shave-November. But it's still weird, and not just because of the itch. I went back to the gym today for the first time in awhile, and was momentarily panicked when, while changing in the bathroom, I remembered that I looked like a woolly mammoth and was instantly worried about what people would think. But then I thought "fuck it" and walked to spinning class with Lady GaGa blasting on my Ipod. Tomorrow's a similar, yet slightly different story. I'm supposed to attend a fancy schmancy dinner fundraiser for my boss, so my immediate thought was to wear my nice black dress with a blazer. As soon as I thought "I can't wear a dress with my legs like this!" I had to stop myself, forcing myself to remember that hell yes, I can wear that dress with my legs however they are, and if anyone has a problem with it, it's their problem to deal with, not mine. I still worry though :/. I guess it just takes awhile to get used to telling society to get their noses out of my business, and to stop forcing stupid 'rules' on me. I think it'll also take awhile to not think of my legs as ugly when I look at them now :/. I know I'll think they're pretty again when I get used to the hair and get over the instilled idea that shaved=attractive. I just wish that day would hurry up. And that the itching would stop :/.