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[laleia]

Sometimes in life, you realize that telling this specific anecdote you want to share or this specific post you want to write may be completely gratuitous. It doesn't contribute in any way to the conversation, doesn't make any important revelations, especially isn't interesting.

These are the stories that I swallow in a conversation because the topic has changed and although I really want to share my short funny story, it's silly to bring up the five-minutes-ago topic again specifically to say my piece.

These are the stories I get partway through and realize that this is a boring story and people are only listening because they are being polite and it's starting to drag on and has a terrible payoff and the story serves no purpose.

These are the blog posts I start, but they sit on a tab for weeks before I finally look at it and decide that it's useless so I delete it all, or post it all private-locked so I never have to think about it again.

These are the comments I type up, reread endlessly, edit and revise and so on until finally I look at it and decide that it's not good enough, it doesn't say anything relevant or useful, or it's simply not something I'm willing to defend at a later point in time.

Sometimes, the things I have to say simply aren't worth saying.

Comments

[aimmyarrowshigh.livejournal.com]

I don't feel like comments need to be earth-shattering to be really worthwhile, at least on Livejournal or within fandom, anyway. I know that I'd rather get a "nice job!" or 862 pages of the letter EEEEE than not to get anything at all? But then again, I leave the most obnoxious squeeing-happy comments ever, so I may not be the best for advice.

Dirty lies

[(Anonymous)]

That is all :).