To Be Sure

Or something like that, certainly the major changes were recorded and remain, but this was a comment to my blog famiy but when the comment was too long to post, I borough it here because, well, it's a record of a life, sort of... so it is here.

I am floating around the net these days, other daily blogs have replaced this one, and dozens of other blogs have sprouted untouted, but longing for notice just the same. I seldom Tweet, but exist there. I rarely Facebook, but have a few large clans there (various softball teams, to mention a few, and dozens of pages I've created over the years that occasional receive content), I am alive, in my own way, in many places online.

Offline, I work and play softball and text with my best friend, but seldom have much else going on in life. Partly due to lack of time, mostly due to lack of inspiration outside of my head. People seldom interest me for more than a few moments anymore, which is sad, but I tired of the repetitious fears and judgments, so I enjoy my reclusive personal life and stay busy 80-90 hours a week with work and softball.

I share a 2200 sq ft house, so have lots of space (though my storage stuff remains in New York since I put it there 25 years ago) and it is comfortable. My roommate is a very compatible younger guy who brings two kids into my world every week or so and they are respectful as kids go. I love the space in which I live, in spire of the diminished privacy when the kids are here due to the layout (their bedrooms, the laundry room, the garage, and the front door are on my side of the house). Mostly, it's quiet and just right for me.

Life is good, loneliness comes around less often as I've accepted my differences and no longer seek compromise, much lol. I wish you as happy a life and wish we could continue our communications...