Lonely Old Guy
I am a lonely old man. After my day job of yelling at kids to get off of my lawn, while the civilians of Lawrence, Kansas kick off their work shoes and unwind in front of the television, I hobble down to my basement and log onto ljworld.com. I love Mondays. Yay! How many people get to smoke and drink at work and beat up on their fellow online commenters? The adrenaline rush intoxicates. My pulse picks up. I can never wait to get online to insult, insinuate, bore, and aggravate! I enjoy that I'm no longer the anonymous grumpy old guy sitting on the porch. I'm now adrenaline-fueled Lonely Old Guy, master of fantasy. Blogging feels amazingly different than I expected. What I was brought up to see as humiliating now feels so exciting and empowering. In this world, I can be anyone I want. A stripper, a handsome person, hell, even batman. It's like a game, and I love it. Love it. I am not here to tell you how to feel about me, or my on line fake identities. I am not here to tell you anything at all, really. Rather, I am writing this blog to show being old and lonely Lawrence, Kansas, and offer you a source of information on a sadness that appears at once both over- and under-exposed. There is a lot to write.