My cats or the world.

I haven’t written anything in months. Sorry.

I’m still vegan. One year strong, yah!

People’s selfishness still disappoints me; it still affects me too much, unfortunately. I wish I could just watch and laugh about it like George Carlin would say. Lucky bastard.

Anyways, I came across this video today:

It literally explains everything about who I am. Why I went vegan, why it pisses me off that people don’t take the extra 5 minutes to recycle, why I hate wasting food, why going to the mall is a nightmare for me, why I don’t vote, why I don’t watch mainstream media. This list could go on and on and on. Please watch it and tell me what you think.

Tell me that sometimes it keeps you awake at night too. Tell me that you, too, sometimes feel ashamed of yourself for being stuck in this exact system you resent.

Sometimes, when I watch those “faith in humanity” videos I feel like there’s hope, that we can actually reverse all this. But then, I hear things about the 0,01% billionaires of this world who pretty much control everything we do, and I see absolutely no hope for this world to get better.

I shared this video on Facebook, and I can guarantee you that no one will “like” or “share” it. But when I post a picture of my cats, holy shit! That people love; because it doesn’t require any cognitive work.

I am in a pessimistic mood today, sorry about that.



Dear Head Office.

Dear head office.

You come in like you own the world.

You open the door, beat your way around;

You come in like you own the world.

Dear head office,

you are the elephant in the room,

and you roar like a lion.

You manipulate everything your claws can reach

Dear head office, you do not scare me.

I am a mouse, but you’re the elephant.

I am not inferior,

I am strong.

I will not bend like a slave.

I will not put on a mask to please you,

Dear head office,

you will not make me feel like I’m nothing.

Dear head office,

get off your high heels so you can walk better,

stop talking so you can hear me better

Dear head office,

you are not always right.

Dear head office,

I will not be your slave.

Could I have some sugar for my coffee?

I am from a small town; a very small town. The kind of town where literally everybody knows each other. The kind of town where you can ask your neighbor sugar for your coffee. The kind of town where if you are craving chocolate, there is only one place you can buy some. The kind of town where 300 people live.

I lived there for 20 years; Most of my friends still live in the area. We’ve known each other forever. Younger, we’d play in the wood, we’d build forts, we’d get in trouble for playing with fire; we just had a good time experiencing life.

I now live in the Greater Toronto Area, and let me tell ya, I miss my hometown. I miss being able to go somewhere and meet someone I know and just start a conversation. I miss not having to take traffic into consideration when going to work. I miss being close to nature (real nature; a bunch of trees in your backyard (if you even have one) doesn’t count). I miss the quietness, the peacefulness. I miss everything about it; Even the fact that people too often get their nose in your own life, and feel like they gotta know everything that’s going on. You just bought a new car? The whole town will know in a day.

I’ve been in the GTA for exactly a year and 5 months now, and I’ve come to conclusion that people here can be very selfish and self-centered. And I mean, I kinda understand why when your neighbor can see you washing dishes through his window and that living here is like living in a bee hive. Sometimes, it just feels nice to shut everything down around you to have a piece of quiet.

People here work too much, buy too much, relax too little and miss the meaning of community. They are more focus on finally being able to afford an in-ground pool they will never be able to enjoy because they work too much than just enjoying life and press pause for a moment. There is this whole social pressure “to succeed” which, in their world, means making a s*** load of money; and it seems like having goals that don’t involve making money and owning a house is looked upon as being a failure.

At least that’s how it makes me feel. Because I finally dropped out of university after a year of not being motivated whatsoever, because I do not wish to have an office job in a big company. Because I’d rather live in a little house in the middle of nowhere than having a gigantic empty house in town. Do not look at me as if I told you I was an alien! I want to live, not work.

And if it means that I have to live simply, I will. I’d rather do that than kill myself 50 hours/week and waking up one day realizing that I’ve done nothing with my life but work. I am sick of this capitalist world where everything gravitates around money. I am sick of the disparity between rich and poor. I am sick of seeing people dying of starvation when, us, spoiled little brats waste tons of food every day.

I want to live in a world where everybody helps everybody. I want to live in a world where people work to live and don’t live to work. I want to live in a world where, just like my hometown, people are friends with their neighbors. I want to live in a world where success means being happy. I want to live in a world where…Image


I’ve been thinking a lot lately. In fact, I’ve been thinking a lot for the past 6 years. Ever since I did the Katimavik program ( ), I realized that, first, I have a huge impact on my environment; second,  that our society is facing countless problems.

And it’s literally tearing me apart because I’ve also noticed that we – *activists* people – are an obvious minority, and it makes it very difficult to tell the world the truth, the REAL truth. And because I’m trying to change the world my own way I thought, why not use the internet and social media to share my thoughts? Maybe, somehow, I will switch on a light in someone’s head and make them realize things they had never thought about before. And because I am pretty comfortable in English and that English is THE world language, I decided to use it and put aside my French roots for the purpose of this blog. ( Sorry in advance for the grammar mistakes! )

I don’t know how often I am going to be posting here nor exactly what I am going to be posting, but one thing I know is that it’ll be about things in life that concern me, and that I feel are important to share.

Hopefully it’ll make me reflect on my own thoughts. And if nobody reads me well, it’s ok, at least it’ll make me feel like I am talking to someone and not feel so alone with my conviction.


* I do not consider myself an activist, because sadly I don’t have the balls to take real actions yet. Work in progress..Image