I’m Just a Lonely Boy – or so Paul Anka claimed he was. I’m not. Thanx to a chance encounter with a dictionary, (Hah! As if any encounter I have with a dictionary could be ‘Chance’) I find that I can apply the honorable title of
a person who seeks solitude; a recluse.
It’s not that I want to beat this concept to death; it’s just that I keep finding more and more dignified words to describe my chosen lifestyle.
I don’t hate everybody. I haven’t met everybody. Aside from you lovely people, who come here and brighten my days, the less I have to do with the rest of the Smart Phone-wielding, gullible, ignorant- yet opinionated masses, the better for everyone involved.
The chains on my mood swing just broke.
I once admitted to a reader that I occasionally read Christian web-posts. Shocked, he demanded to know why I would do such a thing. It’s not Masochism. It’s not generally intentional. It’s that a surprising – almost frightening – number of Christian bloggers label their output with an ‘Atheist’, or ‘Atheism’ tag.
Between them, and the Flat Earthers, and the Conspiracy Theorists, (See Buzz Aldrin’s outrage that the recent movie, First Man, didn’t show the planting of the American flag on the moon) I feel comfortable in my own company.
Many Fundamentalist (with the accent on ‘mental’) Christians refuse to accept the Theory of Evolution, because they don’t want to admit that they might be related to monkeys. There are just too many folks out there, otherwise known as wastes of space and resources, who act like they are related to jackasses.
Thanx for reading. See you again soon. 😀