Today, I took a three hour walk in the rain before the GF had to run off and babysit. During the walk, a guy popped up out of the marsh with a pony tail and a trash bag and said “Do you want to help us clean up the marsh?”

My thoughts on the subject were as follows: 1. Get Fucked. 2. Does it come with a blowjob, pony tail boy? 3. How ’bout I just give you $5 and you work over time.

These responses were buried with a smile and a nice, “Not today, thanks!” as we walked off in the rain.

That led me to say something to the GF like, see this is what I mean. I see the value of community, but it’s not what I’m all about. I want people to like me, of course, but I want them to just get the fuck away from me. I’m relatively misanthropic, yet I feel the need to provide people with something to make their lives easier. I’d like to help, but I don’t want to hang out with people I don’t know, knee-deep in shit cleaning out a marsh, I don’t give a fuck about whipporwills, and if you stand within 3 feet of me, I’m going on the defensive. I’d rather be the guy who figures out a way to hook you up with free, legal internet access, or builds a community radio station. I like being that guy sitting in the DJ booth. You smile and wave, I smile and wave, and a big sheet of sound proof glass keeps us apart. That’s the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh.”

A very social and sensitive type, she said, “I really don’t think I understand you at all.”

All I could reply with was, “Opposites attract, baby. Opposites attract.”

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