Think of the person who cannot stop oversharing. They speak with such rapidity, often regretting the contents after they have spewed them, telling themselves they will stop revealing so much, but they cannot stop.
The chronic oversharer, this goof, this blabber, this minister of yap, places a feigned virtue on their lack of discipline and self-control. “Being authentic”—of course, a self-appeasing lie. They do not know themselves, and it is obvious to anybody who has done the appropriate self-appraisal. Their character is performative. The cheapest of masks, there is very little substance.
At their lowest, the mask tightens. They speak with desperate ventriloquism, every thought expressed so loosely and ridiculously; tracing the source of sense in their words is impossible. A nonsensical flight of scattered thoughts. Every utterance saturates the air with their mental disaster.
What discombobulation they spread. What gibberish. They do not know themselves in the slightest, and because of the war faced in their mind, anyone in their vicinity becomes a civilian casualty.
CRANIOTOMY: Dissection of your Human Condition
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