There are only a very few hours in the day when I am pain-free enough to write. Most of the time I can’t but that doesn’t slow down my brain which pores over all these many responses. So by the time I’m actually able to write, a lot comes out.
Lots of thinking, always trying to imagine what to say to convince people of things that many of them seem to already agree with me about but won’t speak up for. I get that because I’m not always very brave myself.
I think above all people want to feel loved and are troubled by the thought of being socially rejected. I think that yen is so powerful that it often overcomes logic. It’s happened to me before.