I have a consistent habit of just opening up the verbal flood gates and telling the object of my data-dump everything I know on a certain topic. I also have a habit of finding (and needing) people to mentor.
My wife and many girlfriends were somewhat willing proteges. So were a few hapless employers and many, many clients (come to think of it).
I just realized that my seemingly uncontrollable need to be verbose is actually me trying to cope with my own sense of helplessness. It's also me ASSUMING that the other person is helpless.
There's another way my helplessness is projected and it's very disturbing. The book, "Conversations with God" mentions that all our intentions are joined together in the universe and made real in some way (I'm paraphrasing). So, considering that my fantasies and emotional ventings are basically a highly-emotional cry of helplessness, I have been perpetuating my world of setbacks, frustrations, and feelings of, well, helplessness via the very thing I use to escape those feelings.
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