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How much is too much?

I'm not sure who decides these things. But it feels consensual. Feels widespread. Feels like if I didn't post at all someone would be chiding me for not participating, but posting more than once a day, well, we can't be having any of *that* you silly psychopath! Can't you see how us sane versions of individuality post no more than once a day?

But, well... I post.. and suddenly more is coming to mind, combined with some ongoing fear of missing out on getting text before eyes connected to mind allegedly part of (just what *are* we, anyway?) a *person* who really gets me, who's similarly been waiting half of forever for meaningful ongoing text exchange that's Just Right: a little sarcasm here, just the right words first-letter-uppercase'd there, well-placed whitespace, impeccable ASCII emoji emphasis, etc.

I suddenly want to call what I've been craving all these keyboard-and-screen-mediated eons "textural serendipity": when seemingly perfect adjacent thoughts/topics arise between correspondents so perfectly timed that the typing and waiting (between installments) effort seems negligible.

(BTW, does anyone else here have a spouse and/or significant other that magically knows when you're trying to write, and launches into endless description/diatribe/drama <IT'S HAPPENING IN SPADES THIS MOMENT> about things one couldn't care less about, and the more you hope it's going to stop the more animated they become about it, and the more thoughts you had and briefly hoped you could turn into a bit of posting gold are mauled to death by their seemingly endless (I actually forgot the word I was going to use after the word 'endless', and it was the most absolutely perfect word at that juncture, but having to hear her continue on about whatever she's yammering about killed it all the way to mental/remembrance oblivion))