Since I don´t really care if anyone reads my posts, I wonder why I´m writing my posts at all. I guess it´s an experiment.
I tend to have brilliant thoughts, but I simply forget them either after a short time, or they disappear in the ocean of thoughts that my brain produces. Also, my best thoughts always arise, if there is a problem to be solved or a question to be answered.
A: I do not belong to those who think with the wet pen in hand ; and still less to those who yield themselves entirely to their passions before the open ink bottle, sitting on their chair and staring at the paper. I am always vexed and abashed by writing ; writing is a necessity for me, even to speak of it in a simile is unpleasant. B: But why, then, do you write? A: Well, my dear Sir, to tell you in confidence, I have hitherto found no other means of getting rid of my thoughts. B: And why do you wish to get rid of them? A: Why I wish? Do I really wish! I must! B: Enough! Enough!
Source: Friedrich Nietzsche, The Joyous Science, in my book it´s chapter 93.