I always swore I wouldn't be that guy.
I wouldn't assume I was always right. I wouldn't try to force others to see the hobby my way.
I wouldn't be that guy.
I wouldn't enable ads on Strictly Average... and now it's large enough that means something. This is an extension of my hobby; it ain't work.
I wouldn't be that guy.
I wouldn't forget there are real people behind the typeset that magically shows up on my miracle-box.
I wouldn't be that guy.
But I wouldn't, above all else, drop personal details about my life, forcing people to either ignore the too-much-information post or feel obligated to type niceties they may or may not feel.
I wouldn't be that guy.
My father is being driven to Fort Worth for emergency surgery. My wife and I happened to be in the Metroplex, taking in a show. We're now waiting for the ambulance to pull up.
The wait is driving me nuts. This is my stress-relief.
Crap.
I'm that guy.
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