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I did live in Vancouver for 6 months in my mid 20's.

I was making more money than I could have dreamed at the time. I lasted 6 months. I had to leave because the people were making me suicidal. I am not joking. I was at a crossroads where I was convinced my only two options were killing myself, or coming back to Calgary. The people in that city are so arrogant. The word community does not exist, as every ethnic group segregates itself into their own little corners. It borders on racism how bad it is. Vancouverites spend half their day fellating each other about how incredible their city is, and if you are from somewhere else, they will tell you how much that place you are from sucks.

Among highlights of Vancouver was getting mugged by Chinese gang members in metro town. Crashing violently roller blading in Stanley Park opening a 9 stitch gash in my leg, only to have 15 people walk past before one person offered assistance. And the irony was the guy was wearing a Saskatchewan Roughriders shirt. (Yes Rider fans are better people than Canuck fans) Had my car burglarized twice. Got kicked out of the Fountainhead Pub because I refused the advances of a gay man by laughing and saying "Dude, do I look gay!?" I had no idea it was a gay bar, and was shocked by proposition, hence my reaction. But somehow that was construed as homophobic, even after I tried to explain I had no clue it was a gay hangout.

My final straw was being escorted out of a Safeway I stopped at to get my lunch on my way into work, because I made a comment about a cashiers eyes. She was pretty fat, and I had zero interest in her, besides the fact she had these piercing blue eyes. I said "Wow, I have never seen such amazing blue eyes!" Nothing creepy. I wasn't stroking my rod in my pocket... just an innocent comment. She locked her till, went and got the manager, and was told to leave the store, and never come back. That morning, I walked into my bosses office and quit. Came home, had my stuff packed by 5:00 pm, gave the key to the landlord, and drove back to Calgary all night arriving at 4 am the next morning. I just had movers pick up my things the following week. I came back to Calgary and delivered Pizza for the next 4 months while I got back on my feet, and was never happier.

Vancouver is beautiful on the surface. But it is like a super hot chick you start dating, then you find out she has daddy issues, a raging case of herpes, and you realize when you get her naked her boobs were actually just all water bra disguising a set of floppy pancakes with saucer sized areola.

Worst City ever. I would rather live in Baghdad.