What happens when your brain gets too full because you don’t know how or where to get things out? What I really like is (at least for now) I get be be completely anonymous. I get to talk and I don’t have to listen. I get to vent and complain and think and question and try to process a dozen different trains of thought. And I can avoid my preconceived notions about who I think other people think I am am what I’m supposed to think.
Unfortunately, I start doing things like this when I can’t sleep and I’m up way too late. Now I’m too tired to actually write anything. So much for a ground-breaking initial entry.