in my mid 40's, in what seems like a very short time, I've become:
-a hat guy
-chips & salsa guy
-hot sauce/Sriracha guy
-loofa guy
-black jeans guy
-hair product guy
-eggs over easy/medium guy
-zip up hoody guy (vs pullover)
-therapy guy
Early twenties Rob don't recognize me...
Attention all: no longer shall I burden you with what ails me! No longer shall I proclaim bold stances, shout ill thought solutions, or type wary claims of clarity for all to see...
No… from now on, I will fill these pages with the fiction of my life, not the bare, hard, sad truth. Look to me no longer for soulful reflections, thoughtful dissertations, or peculiar confessions. The man known as Rob will no longer be an open book; nay, fine reader. “Closed indefinitely,” says the sign o’er my heart, for I’ve locked the door, with the key safely inside.
I now declare myself repressed, and better for it.
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