Rambling Time: on the Compromise Needed for Posting Consistently

Whenever I attempt to write anything, whether it be for social media, this website, or even a script, I have habit of rambling on and on and on, before I realize that I’ve been rambling for paragraphs on end. I’ll clack away at the keyboard, putting down thoughts from brain to fingertips. On and on, I’ll type with little regard for the length of text. This can make it pretty challenging to post to online or to social media consistently. I listed “blogging more” as a goal in my 2023 New Year’s post.

Sometimes, I’ll find myself investing time into trying to use strange or flowery language. Attempting to give my words a certain tone or cadence that’s unlike the way that I actually speak in person. I try to be more direct when I can but that doesn’t come as naturally unless I’m being curt. Rambling thoughts come to me easily. Whenever I write passionately about something, being too succinct or cutting my thoughts down feels like cutting myself down.

But I have a tendency to ramble. And repeat myself. Sometimes, I’ll go on and on and on before I realize that I’ve been rambling for paragraphs on end. I’ll have mindlessly clickety-clacked away at the keyboard until suddenly a whole thesis. In the past, out of frustration, I often scrapped these rambles and put out something less thoughtful and half-hearted instead.

Riding the Train of Thought and rambling from cabin to cabin

I’ve often thought about how to break this habit and spend less time rambling in my posts. However, recently I’ve begun to believe that maybe I should try for the opposite. Restraining from rambling or venting on this blog for the sake of maintaining an “identity” feels at odds with me. Instead, I should be unafraid of rambling and just let my thoughts and feelings run rampant on the page. Of course that doesn’t mean I’m going to make each post here thesis length. Long texts can be difficult for some people to take in at once. Myself included; and so I want to work within some kind of middle ground.

It may be of no surprise that I was probably diagnosed with ADHD as a child. I say probably because mom wasn’t direct about the nature of what, I later realized, were likely child therapy sessions? According to her, I was briefly on “some medication” until she took me off of it. Said it was out of concern for the side-effects I was apparently experiencing. Though I remember the therapy very clearly, I don’t remember taking any medication.

At the moment, that compromise is somewhere in the amount of text it takes for me to lose focus. This can take the shape of me, just going completely off topic on certain lines. I’ll reach a certain spot where I’ve been adding points that really might be better off in their own post. That spot is here. Right now. I have a lot more words within me, eager to spill out on this topic. But I feel the time has come to exercise some restraint and cut this string of thought off here.

Thanks for reading~

—Tables