When I first heard Clubhouse described I genuinely thought it was a joke. I still have a moment of incredulity every time it comes up. Clearly my very strong feelings on asynchronous communication are, like most of my strong feelings, not widely shared.
Basically, as a neurotic & self-loathing type, the chances of me regretting what I say rise in direct proportion to synchronicity. I end up regretting about 90% of what I say "live" in conversation, about 50% of what I write on here, & only about 10% of my longform writing.
It's linear: the more time I have to consider my response, the better it gets. I've not yet found the limit of this principle. Ideally, I should just spend my whole life silently taking stuff in & then, on my death bed, write a zillion-page opus.
Anyway, "real-time voice chat over a shitty internet connection w/ a bunch of quasi-randos" literally sounds like my definition of hell. Just drives home, yet again, that I'm not like the other humans. 🙁
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