Post number #680046, ID: 6cdeee
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Does anyone else frequently have moments where they plan out in their heads long ass argumentative speeches regarding something, but will never write them down due to feeling like your insight wont matter that much anyway. Especially if its just a post on an anonymous message board.
Post number #680049, ID: 6cdeee
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I feel like keeping it all in might kill or have killed some of my braincells. Sorting thoughts through by expressing them is really important. Otherwise it will all be meaningless and fade away before you do anything with them.
Post number #680086, ID: f8d62c
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Just use "so.." tldr btw
Post number #680119, ID: bbe138
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Haha boy do I feel this. If I have the time I like writing them down. I have a small personal blog with nearly zero readership, but that's fine. At least I'm writing them for myself in the future, and I do like reading my old thoughts
I also have ADHD, so losing my threads of thoughts is a huge source of anxiety. Writing helps.
Post number #680252, ID: ea0607
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>>680119 blog? >Writing helps this. writing can be a crop duster.
Post number #680253, ID: 187528
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>>680252 That analogy's lost on me, please elaborate.
Post number #680264, ID: 87a2e3
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>>680253 really simple. Imagine living beneath the waves with a strong-sighted blessing of most excellent fabric. Holding the fabric over your gills, you would begin to breathe-drink its warp and weft. Though the plantmatter fibers imbue your soul, the wretched plankton would pollute the cloth until it stank to heavens of prophecy. This is one manner in which the Scrolls first came to pass, but are we the sea, or the breather, or the fabric? Or are we the breath itself?
Post number #680290, ID: 187528
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>>680264 Yup, I am more confused now than I ever was before. Thanks.
Post number #680295, ID: 5fc333
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>>680290 Where, then, did the gust come from? And which direction? Did the gods send either, or has the bird decreed their presence by her own mindmaking?
The all-sight of the Scrolls makes a turning of the mind such that relative positions are absolute in their primacy.
Post number #680296, ID: 5fc333
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I ask you again to imagine for me. This time you are beneath the ground, a tiny acorn planted by some well-meaning elf-maiden of the woodlands for her pleasure. You wish to grow but fear what you may become, so you push off the water, the dirt, the sun, to stay in your hole. But it is in the very pushing that you become a tree, in spite of yourself. How did that happen?
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| Does anyone else frequently have moments where they plan out in their heads long ass argumentative speeches regarding something, but will never write them down due to feeling like your insight wont matter that much anyway. Especially if its just a post on an anonymous message board.