It doesn’t matter.
“Nothing Matters, And What If It Did?” 
I guess what my poor addled mind is trying to do is give you, pretty much my only real-life friends, some idea of who I am, what my loves and hates are and what makes me tick, in other words.
Is this selfish?
It’s not rhetorical, I want an answer, please - and don’t worry, you won’t piss me off! 
I need very much to leave behind something other than just an urn of ashes dropped into the Rhein and Danube after I go, but I seem to keep fucking up so much, I think I’ll be remembered more for those things than anything else.
In conclusion, I know I must seem like the senile old uncle telling the same tales over and over and thinking it’s the first time, but I really don’t know I do that until it is brought to my attention here, where my friends are.
My family tends to ignore/humor me when that happens.
Is that a good or bad thing, when my dear D forgets herself and says, “I told you not 5 minutes ago!”
It’s not a “good thing” (IMO), because I don’t seem to learn anything from it! 
I don’t know what to tell y’all: If my repetetivity (?) bothers you, then just ignore me. My feelings won’t be hurt, I promise!
One of the advantages of posting here is that we can’t see each other (although I would very much like to). But for someone like me, who truly loves people - whatever their shortcomings - it is a handicap.
Well, it’s time for me to jack off. Hope I can get it hard enough for more than just a few pumps.
(Or maybe I’ll get lucky and my arthritis will set in in my dick - but then D might not be home!)
See? I’m fucked in all kindsa ways! :):)
None of them good!
And that’s why I like having y’all to talk to!
Thanks
Q