Boring Person in Kendallville

Just a few minutes ago, it came to me: I am a boring person in Kendallville, Indiana. Now, the question might be: Am I boring because I am in Kendallville? But we all know it is not. Heck, I know librarians who are less boring than I am. Well, I know of librarians; I’m pretty much not a librarian-type of person – they organize, dontcha know, and we tend to avoid each other.

While people are out skydiving, I would be happy to sit here and watch “Five Graves to Cairo.”

Well, I’m not going to worry about it. I mean, what if I confused non-boring with crazy? I think I’ve taken this thought a sentence too far. Yes, I suppose I actually can be considered as somewhat (and thank God for modifiers) crazy. Wait a minute! Am I trying to organize these musings? Do I harbor an inner librarian? No. No. No. Of course not. I am not organizing; I am just stating things my way.

Come to think of it, “My way” – as in getting – might be a better description than boring. I’m just going to sneak out of this post now . . .