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I have to confront the fact that I have a hard time reading a sentence with improper punctuation or rambling thought processes.

This is a heavy blow to my pride, considering how many times I have done the exact same thing and just assumed that a reader would be able to understand my thought process as well as I do.

However, after reading one too many poorly composed sentences where my understanding of the words hits a missing comma like a uneven sidewalk paver, and staggers drunkenly and stumbling forward to slam headlong into the final period, with no understanding of the intervening words or letters, I have to admit my own culpability.

I am not sure I know how to help myself. Too often, the missing comma or, heaven forbid, sensible sentence break, simply lies in wait for my consciousness to simply skim over it as if it were a nail underneath the carpeting, impossible to find until that inevitable day that I step on it and all my preceding thoughts are lost in disarray.
Oh, forgive me for I have sinned, it has been one hundred words since my last punctuation, forgive me my commas, as I forgive those that have commaed against me. Lead me not into emoticons, but deliver me from semi-colons. Amen.