My older sister called me a "muller." A person who has to sit and digest an idea for a while. I mull. She often figures out things about me before I do, as she is very intuitive about people and knowing how they express themselves. She an excellent writer and a good proxy "ideal audience" both in my head and in person.
I tailor my messages depending on my audience and how I can figure out how to communicate my message I want to convey. Because I puzzle through things and people to figure them out and unlock a bridge of communication between us. I learning how to talk so someone else can understand me, I gain perspective on how to better understand myself as well.
So I was texting a friend today and was trying to explain this. My mind is like a rock tumbler. It uses internal friction to refine and polish my thoughts. And if I stop it too early, you'll get nasty rock grit and funny looking rocks. Some friends press me on my incomplete opinions, occasionally I can cobble together a rough draft, but not always, and it can be funny for my friends to see mixed up thoughts. And yet, it would bother me because I FEEL that it isn't ready and the thoughts don't look right. My process got interrupted, so I would need external polishing while they are out, or I would have to wait for my mind to pick them up again and slowly build up steam to start from square one and try again.
