In a fairly intense neurological moment, I state that it has been too long, since I have been able to write here.
Boring you with my mountain of unfortunate distractions is unacceptable.
Creativity must be inserted, but my mind complexly distributes information in unpredictable ways, and that may matter.
In the end (i.e. the means), I withdraw any consideration regarding the questionable control being expressed here.
You do not need me to hold your hand during these challenging times.
You may need to connect with someone who is (inclusively brutally) honest, so you can find yourself in connection with reality.
I am odd. There is no doubt, and I refuse to change that dominating property of my life, because then you would never be able to connect with me.
This is the world we live in — well, a tiny slice of it anyway.
Behind the natural information veil resides a continuous fog that perplexes the grasping mind.
If you do not understand, then you perhaps should first question the need to expend resources in order to lock in here.
Your perspective is unique, because no two people can be in the exact same place (including time) as the exact same person.
A mess here?
Or perhaps just an oddly complicated informational slice carefully designed to modulate reality for healing.
Stay tuned for more.