I was describing my thinking and speaking process to someone and realized it was a pretty good analogy:
Picture a big, open grassy field under a warm, sunny, blue sky. At the far end of that field is a gigantic pile of big, fluffy, happy-looking stuffed toys. On the near-side of the field is a school bus, stopping and opening the door to let dozens of happy, yet screaming, little over-caffeinated toddlers off. They see the stuffed toys. Now imagine the field is full of land mines.
Some of you might read that and get the wrong idea that I'm favorable to that scenario. I'm not. It's how my mouth runs out ahead of my brain without bothering to look for the dangers in between. That is all.