A couple weeks ago, I left a comment on a blog called “Fat Cyclist,” mostly because I identified with the idea of someone who wanted to be something (in his case, a cyclist), but who isn’t very good at it because of a personal problem (he’s fat.)

He retaliated, evidently, by making fun of me and linking to my blog.

What a hilarious joke. Guess what, “Fat Cyclist:” I am a human being, and don’t really appreciate being the butt of your so-called comedy.

The result is, I now seem to be getting quite a few comments in what I originally assumed would be a fairly private journal.

That’s OK, though. I have noticed that most of the comments are well-intentioned. For example, Briget has unfailingly left friendly and helpful remarks, though I notice she has stopped writing. Some are quite clearly mean-spirited, though. Leland, for instance, seems to think I’m some kind of buffoon, and probably pictures me as a guy from “Revenge of the Nerds,” with tape on my glasses and my pants too short. After all, anyone who’s lonely must be dweeb in search of a wedgie.

So, let me tell you a few facts about myself.

  • I am the Vice President of Information Technologies at a large, successful law firm.
  • I make $230,000 per year.
  • I am successful at investing money to the extent that I could retire today if I felt like it.
  • All of my clothes fit just fine.

I don’t know. Maybe I should turn comments off.