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Regarding Commenting

First of all, I love the comments. Some of you guys are very interesting and funny. I write to different groups, including introverts, the intelligentsia, political individuals, car people, and others. I’m getting to know you all more closely from the stuff you write.

I even connected with one reader who knew Denny from Grouchy Old Cripple, but neither of us knew it until I started AOTW in Denny’s honor.

I wrote about Stupid Things Smart People Do a long time ago. One of them is arguing on the internet.

I’m likely to post about anything these days. A lot of posts get tumbleweeds for comments. I think I’m all clever, and then crickets.

Occasionally, I’ll be content-free in my head and post something meaningless, and it’s a barrage of comments, like What’s it like to have an extremely high IQ.

Once in a while, I get off the wall comments that are out of left field. I saw this meme and thought about it.

I can write some offensive stuff and know it. Hell, I do it on purpose sometimes. I don’t care if you disagree with me, but keep it civil when you write back. My favorite are people who outthink me and write clever stuff.

I also ask questions that are set up by WordPress and answer them as honestly as I can. I love it when people answer them also (Bocopro is a great writer)

I have it set up to approve all comments, and if it gets too out of hand, I’m not going to let it on the page. It just starts a fight I don’t want to see happen and piss off others. If it’s spicy and will start a discussion, I’ll let it go. I also am not going to let people post their blogs that have nothing to do with my post. They have their own blog, and I read it there.

All I ask is that you be civil. I know that the people on the left hate my ass by now, but I don’t care. They aren’t smart and write childish things. I brush that off and move along, which is what they should have done to begin with.

So keep up the commentary. Many of you are better writers than I am. I enjoy reading your stuff.

I’d Take One For The Team – Content Creator Hasn’t Had A Date For Valentine’s Day In A Decade Because Of Her Big Boobs

t’s not as easy as you would think for OnlyFans models to land a date for Valentine’s Day. In fact, one content creator has struck out every year for a decade.

Erika Amore hasn’t been able to end her Valentine’s Day slump, and she knows exactly the reasons why. The first two reasons on the top of the list, she tells TMZ, are her 36K boobs.

How do her enormous boobs play into not being able to date? Good question. It turns out that the men she’s come in contact with don’t take her seriously.

Amore becomes more of a fetish to them than an actual date. In other words, they have a hard time getting past her boobs.

They treat them like “a shiny new toy,” one they toss aside when they’re finished. She says some of the guys she’s met are completely obsessed with them.

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Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?

Just about every damn one of them. Girlfriends too.

I was infatuated with boats as a kid. I wound up owning two and was glad to unload both of them.

I played Tennis in college, playing and practicing every day for years, and don’t even bother turning on Wimbledon anymore.

I fished (see the boats) for decades every week and haven’t wet a line in years. I caught thousands of fish

I did martial arts for decades, but that fell by the wayside also.

I hunted for years until I decided not to kill anymore unless it was life or death. My house has trophies on the wall from many hunts, but there won’t be anymore.

I biked in group rides competitively multiple times a week for years and even though I ride for exercise, I do it alone now about once a week, just to stay healthy and to get away.

It was the same with all the girlfriends I had before being married. They lasted until I realized who they presented themselves to be to win me over wasn’t who they were, and it was over.

Hell, I don’t even want to see my extended family unless I have to. I keep them at arm’s length as much as I can to not have the stories of my childhood replayed for the 1000th time.

What all of these had in common was that I conquered them. The thrill of victory was over and there were no more dragons to slay. When the passion was gone, so was I.

Now, I try not to get small-talked to death and most of the stuff I do are solo sports.

About the only things that remained in my life were golf, auto racing, reading, and bible study. The rest faded away due to a lack of passion.

Such is life. I try to stay to myself. I compartmentalized the things in the past and write about them occasionally, mostly to myself.

I’ve become more introverted in life and my enjoyment comes from within and time alone rather than in groups. Hell, I have to face people from my past this week and I can’t say I’m excited about that either.