Over the span of decades I have tried learning to condense things or be more concise. My tendency to over-explain stems from my brain injury. I feel constantly afraid which is something that permeates to my thought process & the way I speak/write. I am never sure if something I said or wrote came across the way I intended. Because there is so much competition for attention/eyeballs now, I tend to be left out, or miss out because I also sometimes lack quick comprehension. So as much as I dream of going back to being the Social Butterfly I used to be in my youth, I find myself very isolated: by other's inability or lack of desire to put in the effort of connecting with me, by my own subconscious habits, or by my own self-sabotaging patterns. I am, after all... a constant work in progress... That's spells WIP! 🤣🤣🤣