I wish I had mindreading powers…or…maybe not.
Imagine if you could read the minds of others.
I thought, at first, that it would be awesome. I thought about being able to better understand other people through mind-reading. To better meet others’ needs. To be able to go past the “I’m fine” that is often offered when I ask the question “How are you?” To be able to get the truth instead of the politically correct, socially acceptable half-truth.
Then I remembered that my thoughts are not always the most appropriate. In fact, I’m pretty sure I don’t want others to read my mind.