If you post things according to whether people respond to them with interest (surely the more affable thing to do), you risk letting yourself get pushed away from what may be no less interesting, but that people do not respond to. All else equal, I'd rather be saying the thing that's just as interesting yet no one else happens to be saying right now, or even that no one really finds very interesting at first glance, yet maybe they should.

That's my bad attitude on social media and elsewhere in life, which has always haunted me. There's this obtuse, defiant core. There's a resistance against doing or saying what others do just because they do or say it. There's an insistence on following a train of thought for the sake of reality or discovery, not to please someone. But I'll stand up for it.

That's the goal, anyway. But I still share mostly stuff that might be too obvious to even say, so maybe this entire thought is a little hypocritical. I err on the side of caution, which makes me boring. Then again, I also (in another sense?) err on the side of throwing off chains in a spirit of play, which makes me sloppy and undermines the more serious stuff I try to get across. But I'm not going to stop being sloppy. Everything's sloppy before it's perfect.

Perfection, perfection. Perfection is possible in short, select settings. People say there is no perfection. That isn't true. What we forget is that perfection is a feeling. Perfection is seamlessness where no seam is needed, clean lines where clean lines are needed. Yet we only reach perfection by daring to be sloppy.

Suppress the one at risk of preventing the other. Take it from a shy person. I've lived the danger of saying too little my entire life. What I type can get verbose - I know because I touch and reread (often dozens of times) every letter - but I can get through most situations saying far less than most people say. Brevity is a double-edged sword.

Takeaway: I type too much to make up for what I'm too afraid or tired or blank to say in person.