I was angered beyond belief last week when I discovered a piece of fecal matter replied to a comment I made on someone’s social media post.

In the past, I would have replied to this jerk with a bunch of curse words. This time, I simply blocked him.

Do people have nothing better to do than to reply to your comments with hurtful stuff?

I did it far too many times to count. Guess what? It may have made me feel good for about 30 seconds. Then I realized that it made me no better than the person who made the first snide comment.

It didn’t make me less of a man. It made me sub-human. You always hear about be the bigger person? Replying to someone else’s nasty comment doesn’t do that.

I still have problems with it from time to time with making nasty comments. I’ve got to do better. Until the day comes where I don’t do it, I still have room for big improvements.

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My last trip to The Golden Q didn’t go so well.

First, two people were sitting not too far from where I usually sit, and it irked the hell out of me.

It shouldn’t have irked me, but I felt like they were in my personal space. I had my headphones on, but every so often, I looked their way, wishing they would move.

Finally, I had enough and I moved into the room where the dartboards are, hoping for some peace. Of course, there were others in the area, and they were making quite a racket. I gave up on trying to find quiet.

Trivia was giving me a lot of hell Saturday. I started making a list of “stuff I don’t know Jack (expletive about”. Then I posted I am living proof the stupid gene does exist.

Again, I’m my own harshest critic. Nobody would feel bad about missing the questions I missed except me and a few other hard-core trivia players. Certainly nobody in Hays or Salina would do better than me.

Maybe it was I woke up at 0445 Saturday, drove to Wichita to pick up deliveries and wash my car, then drove straight back to Hays without stopping, save for a short bathroom break in, ironically, Russell.

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Last Friday marked the one-year anniversary of my most recent date. I met the (older) woman online and texted for three days, then met in person at her apartment in Hays. After an hour with the woman, I left and raced to meet Peggy in WaKeeney, which was the better part of that day.

By time I got to Hays on the drive east, the woman said she didn’t want to see me anymore.

It hurt a lot immediately after. A week later, it didn’t hurt.

A year later, I feel much better things didn’t progress further.

I certainly would not have been able to go to Kansas City (or Salina) nearly as much. I would have had to sacrifice trivia for spending time with another person and her family, something I don’t enjoy. I didn’t particularly enjoy it with my own family in New Orleans, so why the heck would I enjoy it with another person’s family?

I haven’t sniffed online dating sites since last June 21. I’m not planning on doing it anytime soon. What I endured in the spring of 2018 between fake profiles scamming me out of money and the wasted time I spent inside my basement instead of doing productive things wasn’t worth a dime, much less all the money I coughed up.

I’m resigned to not having children or getting married. It just isn’t in the cards for some people. I’m one of them.

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The dog days of summer return to Kansas this week, with temperatures starting tomorrow rising into the mid-30s (93-98 Fahrenheit). However, with all the rain we’ve had, hot and dry isn’t so bad. There has been too much water around Kansas and Missouri this spring.

Independence Day (NOT the 4th of July; the 4th of July is just another day on the calendar) is on the horizon. Most of my good stuff will come before.