Analytical echolalia
I know being a critical thinker is a Good Thing. But with everyone wearing their armor of omnidirectional analysis all the time, sometimes it’s a struggle to just communicate. I like puppies.
No you don’t, you just need to feel powerful, you can’t deal with people, there’s a hole in your soul you’re trying to cram innocent puppies into, you’re ignoring the horrors of the puppy-industrial complex, you need therapy.
But what if I just like puppies?
It seems like I rarely question, doubt or analyze that reflex to question, doubt and analyze. And when it happens between two people: analytical echolalia. Nothing like that magic of really getting to know a person, where you share that mutual improv momentum of yes, and… before it decays into no, but…