Sometimes, a sentiment randomly appears in my brain. I wonder about it. There’s a draft I’ve worked on because I’m trying to get something out of my bubble. My emotions are confusing and they need to be released.

And after a few sentences, they’ve been released, but the post’s not out there because I want to polish it. First it’s just a look-over for typoes or grammar, then maybe I want to get the flow of the sentences right or cut down the embarrassing bits.

Then, on the third read-over, I don’t know why I’m writing it anymore.

Did I think anybody would understand that? Does anybody else out there have thoughts like these? This is completely senseless rambling and people will probably just gloss over it, or be disappointed because there’s no point, or think I’m weird. Maybe I am weird, and nobody will have any idea what I’m talking about. Maybe I should just scrap the post.

Well, I don’t know if anybody has any idea what I’m talking about, but I’m growing increasingly convinced that people underestimate how similarly each other think. Of course, this could also be social sheltering, but I suspect if everybody were a bit more open with their thoughts, we’d all realize the similarity and be better off. It’s lonely out here. It doesn’t have to be.

[insert non-subtle Minister’s Black Veil reference]

(note: the commenting setup here is experimental and I may not check my comments often; if you want to tell me something instead of the world, email me!)