Recently I got thinking about a conversation that passed by one work lunchtime:
After smiling sweetly someone said, “I wish I could read minds.”
My mind: Ok, so I can live with this. Amusingly interesting a discussion as I find it, I can contentedly sit here in silence.
Someone: “I wish I could read Rachel’s mind right now, and tell what she’s thinking.”
Me: I’m scared 😛
Me: I’m very scared!
My mind: Maybe I should keep one eye permanently closed so I can half my chances of getting my mind read!
Ok, so seriously, I don’t believe in any of this nonsense. But I was just a little freaked out by the conversation. If the person in question hadn’t been such a good friend, I’d have been majorly freaked out that anyone should actually *want* to know the murky depths of my mind. [As my Dad was reminding me recently “Genius is very close to madness.” And we all know I’m mad… 😉 ]
But yeah, telepathy… Actually, sometimes I really do wonder! I love it when my friends understand me – but just sometimes I don’t ‘get’ how they understand me when I haven’t told them what it is that they are to understand.
Don’t get me wrong… it is quite cool, and majorly interesting! It makes me think my friends are just lovely. 😀 But I do quite like to jokingly tell myself “Oh, that’s me just had my mind read again! Let’s hope there wasn’t anthing too incriminating in there this time round!”
Hehe, I really must be crazy!