Being the Guy

Not the Man. That implies authority and possibly being part of some shadowy organization bent on something nefarious. Not my style.

Being the Guy however, I’m more than okay with lately.

I have many reasons that I feel like the guy.

Trouble is, I don’t want to talk about them here. More accurately, talking about them here doesn’t make sense anymore.

More and more, I realized that this little blog has run it’s course. Under this alias, using others for all the people in my life, this place made trying to make sense of the last 13 months easier.

Don’t get me wrong, not everything I wrote here I’m proud of, but at the time I wrote it, it served it’s purpose. It kept me thinking and it made me confront good and bad decisions, wise and foolish ideas.

This part of my training as a writer is over, even though I believe I’ll never be done learning how to write. That’s a different discussion, one for a blog where I tell folks my real name.

If you’ve come here since July of last year, be it by accident or as someone who knows me in real life, thanks. I hope that this insight into how my mind works and does not work sometimes has been interesting and amusing. Preferably in the “he’s kinda funny and smart” and less in the ‘he’s depriving a village somewhere of their idoit’ kind of way.

I’m going to set up in another little corner of the web (or two), so if you want to know more about that, drop me an email.

Beyond that, I’ll keep this blog up for the next few months while I back things up and transfer them to my laptop…

Thanks for letting me babble and ramble, bitch and discover.

And to quote the great George Carlin once said, “Farewell. Farewell to we meet again. Peace be with you. May the Forces of Evil become confused on the way to your house.”