As far as you know, most of you, I can dance. I'm sure you've never really thought about it but, if the occasion presented itself, you might imagine me dancing. I'm no Fred Astaire, but I've got a few sweet moves, and I always look like I'm having fun when I'm out there on the floor. I look alive. In truth, I don't dance. I'm way too inhibited to dance, but I'll never tell you that. I'd rather you think of me the other way.
As far as you know, most of you, I'm the life of the party. If I gave you reason to consider it, you might imagine me as a really fun guy. You can always tell where I am, you just have to follow the sound of laughter and boisterous talking. In truth, I usually avoid crowds at parties and often prefer puttering around and being host rather than participating. I don't relate to most conversations, and most people don't get my jokes (not because my jokes are too clever or intelligent, just because they're too abstract and dry). I'd never tell you guys that, though, because I'd rather you think of me the other way.
What most of you probably do know, however, is that I use too many commas. I know this. I do. I over-punctuate and my sentences fluctuate from too choppy to too long and incomprehensible. I think about it sometimes, though I usually just write and write and never look back critically. Sometimes, though, I go back with the intention of eliminating commas. I always like them too much once they're there, however, and I can't bring myself to delete them. They give me a chance to breathe when I read over what I've written, a chance to lose my train of thought and think about something new.
There was a thick fog this morning. As you might guess, I love fog. It leaves so much to the imagination. I like that. I can relate to it.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
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