You know when you to tell a great story but know while telling it that it doesn’t make sense. You lost control of your own narrating and the urge to reverse is immense.
But instead of doing anything right, you try to repair it by saying, that this probably doesn’t make sense anymore and it’s much better in reality and maybe we should just watch the clip I’m talking about instead of hearing me talking about it, but too eager to reveal the answer, you continue this half-insinuation of a story and while it mounts to a escapade of fables and weird assumptions and linked stories that has nothing to do with the origin tale, you escape and watch yourself doing weird attempts to finish the story from outside of your body.
Or is this just me?
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