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- Sometimes I bury my questions in length (walls of text), because I know very well that few if any people will be able to read them. Do I want answers? Yes/no/maybe so. It's a confusing thing. Both the "I need to ask a fairly simple thing" & the protective measures in burying them. Scratches 2 itches.
- Sometimes I am literally unable to organize my mind. The longer my posts get? Typically the worse off I'm doing. When I'm doing well, I can concise things up. When I'm doing badly I can't pick the socks out of the clean clothes, but am just left staring at the giant pile of clean clothes pretty cluelessly. They're in there somewhere. But I can't see them. Wait. What am I lookin for? I think.... Dammit! I am not purposefully attempting to beat around the bush. I simply cannot tell where the f*ck the bush is. Military parlance is "spray & pray". It's frustrating as blazes. Especially here, as I know many if not most people will also be unable to sort through the massive amount of information to find the piece I can't find, either. But I still want them to. When I'm lucky one or two people might be able to help me sort it. I then usually shrink it, think on it for a time, and repost it if I still need help. As expected? Then a lot of others can lend a shoulder.
- Sometimes I need to write everything out, in order to understand it myself. Usually, I cut out 95% (and either stick it in my diary or save it to a blog, or journal, or whatever... Other times I simply delete it), at that point. How I got from a-Z doesn't help other people answer a question. It helps me know my own mind. Sometimes I accidentally post the whole thing. Did that recently. It's vexing.
- Sometimes I need to write it all out just for myself. For a variety of reasons. Again, I've been learning to stick these in my diary.
- Sometimes I am literally unable to organize my mind. The longer my posts get? Typically the worse off I'm doing. When I'm doing well, I can concise things up. When I'm doing badly I can't pick the socks out of the clean clothes, but am just left staring at the giant pile of clean clothes pretty cluelessly. They're in there somewhere. But I can't see them. Wait. What am I lookin for? I think.... Dammit! I am not purposefully attempting to beat around the bush. I simply cannot tell where the f*ck the bush is. Military parlance is "spray & pray". It's frustrating as blazes. Especially here, as I know many if not most people will also be unable to sort through the massive amount of information to find the piece I can't find, either. But I still want them to. When I'm lucky one or two people might be able to help me sort it. I then usually shrink it, think on it for a time, and repost it if I still need help. As expected? Then a lot of others can lend a shoulder.
- Sometimes I need to write everything out, in order to understand it myself. Usually, I cut out 95% (and either stick it in my diary or save it to a blog, or journal, or whatever... Other times I simply delete it), at that point. How I got from a-Z doesn't help other people answer a question. It helps me know my own mind. Sometimes I accidentally post the whole thing. Did that recently. It's vexing.
- Sometimes I need to write it all out just for myself. For a variety of reasons. Again, I've been learning to stick these in my diary.