There are some human beings - as the writer - which is often with the need to communicate orally affairs of his own experience, from anecdotes laughable to deep knowledge, for most mortals, would be the utter futility. This simple truth written so unclear in these lines is related to a sense of what and with whom to converse. Because, truth be told, each one of us comes to certain people for different types of issues. If there is a sentimental problem, I assure you know exactly who to discuss it, and if you go with the need to talk about the last song of the dark band of chuchunco city that nobody knows exactly who probably think they can lend an ear, and perhaps for the most spurious trivia charitable souls also exist in time and space coincide with that particular need to talk about irrelevance ... from time to time.
The problem for me at least, is that there is often no ears or people. Not because there are not really charitable souls , but because there is no intent. Because what they say is too lateral urges, or crazy, or dark, or shame. Paradox then: I want to talk but I prefer to suppress. Has less to do with it's "what people say" (which, incidentally, I think it is a non-issue - as many brave intended). It has to do with a useless reason staff tirelessly seeking emotional or intellectual empathy. And assuming that it will not happen shut up. Terrible, I know. Prejudiced, so I know. But sometimes the little things superfluous (even crap) are the same if they are stored in the trunk of memory, and even though the book just dust, that which speaks of the highest abstractions, have spectacular results ... "Who might be interested in"?
Perhaps that is why so many are turning to places like this. Not with the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving anonymous readers (which occasionally is), but to download and download literally ideas, emotions, thoughts or simple daily reminders worthless but for some strange reason really is there, wanting to ejected, discharged.
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