one of my trips

Sometimes I feel the more I explain, the less people actually understand my point. Do I overexplain? maybe I like too overexplain? maybe there are no words to convey meaning to all people or 100 at a time or even 1 at a time.
Sometimes I like to practice my listening. But then as I do, I am apparanty quiet, seemingly sullen to some, sad to others. But no, I am only practicing my listening, and now trying to convince you I am unsullen. But amused nonetheless, most of the time. Sometimes it is trying or frustrating. Why explain anything? These are my experiences and truths, I only hope to share the enormity I feel at times.
Should I write an email to a large group of people and open my brain to attempt to characterize my feelings? 100 people that all know me in their way, to their own degree right now for whatever time shared in the past, some alot, some very little. Often more to come or rather to be continued.