Some of the weird things I think about at this hour.

I try to imagine what would happen if I suddenly had the power of mind reading. Being able to pass by any normal person on the sidewalk and just know what they were thinking about. Was it something deep and meaningful or just a recollection of what they had for breakfast that morning? I would be able to walk by that stranger knowing more about them than anyone else around me. Having the ability to read someone’s thoughts would allow you to know exactly what type of person they really were. Only so much can be given away by outward appearances and behaviors- what truly matter is what is on the inside…and no I’m not relating this to ‘your real beauty lies within’. Is someone truly who they seem in person or is it all just a clever and deceitful trick? Of course there is always a downside to this. What if that person walks past you thinking “Did she dress herself in the dark this morning?” or some cruel remark like that. With your new found ability of mind reading comes the ability to also listen to awful thoughts people have of each other. That one group of girls you walked by every day before first period and always thought they were gossiping about you could now easily be figured out. Would I want to have this supernatural ability? Yes and no. A yes to being able to be my nosy self and know what people think sometimes and a no when it comes to people talking harshly of you like that person on the sidewalk. I doubt anyone would enjoy hearing people talk badly about themselves. Too much information and too many two faced people could drive anyone to the brink of insanity. They would finally know the ugly truth. That one friend that you’ve been friends with for years hasn’t been as honest as she wanted to when she said it was okay to go after the same boy she liked or that it was okay to buy that sweater that she really wanted but was way too expensive for her. Her mind is now on edge and full of indignation while her face tells a different tale. Sometimes it’s better for the whole “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” Maybe it is better to keep things bottled inside just because you want to be nice. Instead of giving you a look of pure detestation while passing you on the sidewalk, the stranger gives you a small nod and smile and continues on his day. I guess that’s what most people do because it’s only polite.