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Does it matter? Anyone will draw whatever conclusion they want from written words.
Any post made represents a train of thought created in that moment, for that moment.
We like to overanalyze stuff and inferr suppositions, create entire lifetimes based on fragments of text. But more often than not, there is no hidden meaning, no greater link to map out. Though it's fun to imagine there is.
The online medium is fantasy. A separate dimension from reality. A glimpse into past moments that most of us rarely even think of while out there actually living. Shitposts, trolls, memes, bots, insights into the human psyche and so on, all mushed up together where you can't even tell the true from the false.
A simple truth is that everyone online is a lie. Whether spurred by anonymity or cowed by social expectations, the online persona is a default mask we craft for ourselves, perhaps even unknowingly.
Some say it's who they truly are, free or the debts and responsibilities of real life. But it's not completely true. Hiding this inner self is part of who we are, though we like to reject it. These posts, these thoughts are pieces of what we need to express, a lashing out at the norms that bound us we do not agree with. Yet they do not represent us, not fully.
Just as in a sudden moment of pain, we express the emotion through a verbal release of vulgarities, so too are these written declarations the release of that painful constriction society holds over our words and deeds.
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TL;DR: Always.
You. You, despite your typos, I like you. Do more of this, for anyone else reading.
Thank you and I'm sorry. This bit just flowed out on its own and I have little control over the whims of inspiration.
The great part though is that it's not something exclusive to suffering artists or talented writers. Anyone can create something of worth, even if only to a few.
We merely have to let the mind wander and flow, then look back at the trail it left behind and enjoy the result.
Creativity and imagination should not be stifled, nor worked at a demand. It's the natural that brings out the greatest smiles.
This has some I don’t know kinda vibes going on, and I love it.
I'm going to paraphrase you with a "verbose vulgarities".