Speechless is such a lie.
A simple thing we say when what we want to say is not appropriate or related.
"They laid off your Dad today. Those damn immigrants fault you know."
speechless "So nothing to do with Dad being an alcoholic and thief?"
"Aunt Joan got custody of Uncle Jimmies right hand, so now they need to go dig him up and give it to her."
speechless "Do you know why Aliens are mainly considered green?"
When I have not posted something for a few days then I could say that I am speechless. I could say my mind is just empty. I could say that a midget stole my computer but I have a mobile and try as they will it won't come out of my ass.
Maybe that is the problem, the disconnect if you will. That in less than a year Steems posting mantra has gone from quality original to any 'ol ass will do. I am fine with that because after a few drinks or certain age I can see it for the universal truth it is.
As for being speechless, thoughtless... Yeah that is close. Thoughtless, not thoughtless as in mentioning if I ever got Aids I would be better off killing myself when someone with said Aids is standing right there. Thoughtless as in, is anything worth saying, sharing, shoving down an unsuspecting (willing) strangers throat while asking do you know what deep throating is and not really waiting for an answer.
Then I remember I am on steem, whaleshares and others whose names I forget. I am on video, audio, learning, teaching, writing and tweeting platforms. I am on more platforms than I have connections with people.
The drive I would say with steem or whalshares, is that pathetic little part of me hoping that I get something of worth in return.
"It sure would be nice," is how many thoughts start when thinking of the future and sharing from my ass. Then sometimes I fool myself and think, what if I took it more seriously?
"That is nice."
"No, really. What if I talked about tech, health, politics. Any topic but a topic at least?"
I could do professional, inspiring, informed, entertaining, topical style things. Be more consistent, reliable and dedicated. I could write blogs, support that with vlogs and sell a production. Share it with advertising, nagging and a whole lot of bragging in discord or via Twitter, be featured as a guest on a podcast.
"That is nice."
At the very least I could write a poem, share a picture.
Smuggly share insight, maybe it provides delight.
Inform, enthral, deceive to believe.
Fake news, personal horror.
I won't though.
I will not.
I am thoughtless.
My brain is rot.
Disconnected is my charm.
I see no harm other than missing out.
On what you ask?
I don't know.
FOMO.