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Post #14

Wednesday, 6.20.18
3:26pm
36 years old
185 pounds
Denver, CO

"Why can't you just be cool?" Reader, the author does not need to tell you how often he has been asked this question. And for fuck's sake, if I knew how to be cool all the time, then I would be! I'm not choosing this neurotic weirdness because it's a hoot or a good time - this is how I goddamn am. Believe me, I've been trying to solve this riddle for years.

 Spin class is back in my life, which means that the fire has returned. It feels like I haven't missed a day. I was worried that after such a long layoff, and smoking like a chimney in the meantime, that I'd be more than rusty. Those fears were groundless and it's like I never left. It's been a welcome reintroduction.

Remember always that she is a cat. She will let you know when she wants to be stroked and petted and played with and loved. Until that notice is given, you are invited to fuck off please.

An alarming trend has emerged in these times we find ourselves. Never has the author been socially abandoned so casually as he has been in the last month. The lack of courteousness is rampant, I tell you! People cancelling plans at the last minute. People delaying, or not showing up at all. People not returning calls or text messages. It's an epidemic. But the author also believes that he is far too often on his phone.


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