I write exactly like I talk, so I tend to ramble the way I would in person without the need to feel aware of how long I’ve been talking because you’ll stop reading when you get bored or you’ll stay til I’m finished and either way it’s cool. No hard feelings. I know I’m a lot. 😉

But I hate filler, so if there’s one word I wish I could take out in conversation, it’s “um,” and preferably all the other nonsense that comes with thinking before you speak because you cannot see implications and speak simultaneously without tripping over your words….. or at least, I can’t. I’ve tried to be slower about responding so that I can work through the complications of what I’m feeling on my own and decide what to say. The closer you are to me, the longer it takes for me to speak. That’s because I care about what some people think because I don’t want my words to make a problem worse. I am trying hard to keep our relationship healthy by not reverting to who I was when I was younger. When I was younger, I was programmed to be a preacher’s kid, so I have that Southern pastor vibe. I also have a crippling need to take care of everyone else first. If I had money, I’d go broke, so I go for broke emotionally. I love taking care of my friends that way, being the one they call to discuss issues because they know they’ll get an opinion that’s genuine.

I wanted to learn to be an eloquent speaker, and I think in these pages I am- in person I do not have a delete key to go back and take out anything. It is frustrating to an enormous degree. Conversation is like cooking at home and writing is cooking in a professional kitchen made to help me move faster.

This is entirely due to my generation. We’re the ones that didn’t have much technology in our lives as children and became obsessed with it when we were older. That means our first Internet relationships started in high school and we’ve been doing it a long time. We all have friends we’ve never met and are comfortable with it. Sometimes it crosses over and sometimes it doesn’t, because what people write isn’t all of them.

I isolate in person, but not online because it’s the medium with which I have the most dexterity in conversation. I can pull information and make connections at an alarming rate in this medium that doesn’t come through in the physical space. I have shown myself the best and ugliest parts of my personality, and because it is in writing, I have a very good idea of how not to go wrong again. You don’t get that with conversation, because your memories bend and blend. You can’t do that when you can go back and just look at what happened. You don’t have to rely on what you understand happened, because it may not be accurate at all.

People fight over memories too much because they don’t go back and read them. Everyone has a text history to a certain degree or another and it helps you to keep perspective, but not when you don’t have the energy to scroll up once in a while.

In a sense, now everything in life depends on knowing which people in your life will scroll up for you and who won’t. It doesn’t have anything to do with you. It’s the extent to which someone wants to know the objective truth of what happened and who wants to live in the story they told themselves even when it’s false information.

It’s a lot easier to be humble in any relationship when you can go back and say, “I’m sorry. Dick move on my part.” You get stuck in a relationship faster when you think your memory is more accurate than someone else’s while also refusing to look it up. We made the choice to put more of ourselves into this medium, not being published but texting to our families and friends more and more. We need to act like it. There’s proof of everything you do, and you are not the main character in every story. It helps me to think of it this way. In every situation I encounter, I ask myself whether I am speaking Spanish in front of Karen or whether I am Karen. The revolution will be televised.

I hold myself accountable to my e-mails, text messages, and blog entries. It all matters. But because I am in touch with my emotions, I don’t go back and try to justify my behavior at all costs. I don’t have the black hole of need clawing at me that says I must be right or I’m not a good person.

I am definitely a good person, but it’s because I acknowledge that I have done bad things, but my actions weren’t the entirety of me. I just don’t want a relationship where anyone holds me to my worst mistake, and I’m not going to be the person that does it to someone else.

Everyone, and I mean everyone, is a glorious mess.

I want to be able to say that clearly, without hesitation or subtext. But in person, there would have been a lot of spaces and, um….