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Thank you for offering.
Offering to be someone to talk to. ...
The problem is, I have lots of people online. I have friends that will listen to the hard stuff, too - divorce, abuse stories, overstimulation, misplaced joys. I can type it all! I even keep an online journal with EVERYTHING in it. If there's something I want to say, but I don't know who to say it to, or how to say it, I put it into the journal. The thoughts can die here, safely, or rest here, or come back later. I don't spend a lot of time going into my old stuff, but my brain doesn't stop.
When I drop into your messages like this, it's because the brain won't stop and I have to tell SOMEONE. It's a lot less frequent now, but I'd write letters to people, or I'd type in text boxes, when internet was disabled. I wrote and wrote in my paper journal. I have so much to say, and I just DUMP IT OUT TO YOU because I don't know where to put it! Then when I reconnect to the internet, you get the full monty.
...maybe I want people who take my LOTS OF WORDS and turn them into a few words? Maybe I need to be the babbling brook? I seem to do better when I can talk a lot, and I can talk the problems through, but I need a Watson.
Watson, he comes along with Sherlock and helps Sherlock talk through the problem. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wanted a protagonist who knew the answer instantly, but he needed a way to show that. Watson was the person that Sherlock could explain the whole story to!
In my own entries and narratives, I often create a "foil" character. It's nameless, faceless, only a general "they". But it carries the voices, specifically, of my critics. Often, it uses the words of my mother or Amanda. Usually, it is to explain how I started answering a question without being asked.
The questions come fast in my head. Constantly. So they're implied in everything I say. My brain always says, "What do you say next?" when I return from a pause. It's looking for the next words, always.
X-Men was a classic Genesis game, good in its own right whether you liked the characters or not. It's a style, though - you have to like finicky games.