A beautiful mind.

'What was he thinking?'
'IS he implying something...?'
'Why did she do that?'
'..that look/smile/posture....?'
'What does she means?'
'...maybe I think too much...did I?'

Sounds familiar?

I wish I am a mind-reader. To establish inferences in the absence of substantial evidences, hidden motives and intented misleads is a critical human skill.

'Mind reading enables us to negotiate, compete, cooperate, and achieve emotional closeness with others. It lets us figure out when we're being manipulated or seduced. It's how we know when someone finds our jokes hilarious or is humoring us out of politeness. Mind-reading ability is perhaps the most urgent element of social intelligence.'  - Psychology Today

Some do it better than others but none will ever achieve a 100% 'empathic accuracy'. Who wants to be read like an open book? I choose the people I wanna open up to, I withhold certain emotions and thoughts to negotiate a leverage. I am not lying, only concealing. Sometimes even with closed ones. For everyone of us, our minds are either our foremost of motives or our last line of defence. I am exasperated at times, second-guessing others' intentions. The play on possibilities within one's head is mind-boggling, and causes many hair-tugging moments. Then again, this beautiful gift could be double-edged. Imagine having the power to know everybody's mind. Including the strangers on the street. I dun think I am ready for tat. From '..this guy is quite cute..', to '...eewww look at his pockmarked complexion!!!..' You cannot filter or control the things you can 'read'...and I haben even go into more explicit or degrading remarks yet. I definitely dun wan to be told I am ugly 10 times a day.

Maybe better logical sense should prevail instead, and allow us to be guided by better morals, integrity and rationale. My ex-commander used to tell us, if one guy thinks tat u are a bastard, maybe it's personal. But when the whole platoon thinks u ARe a bastard, most likely u are. *A special mention for Mr. M here. Though he took abit longer than usual, he finally agreed to snip his ugly, frizzly, rebonded hair after much prompting from his buddies. Hey Mr. M! Cut or no cut, we still love u. But thanks for making the job easier! :-)

Since I can't read minds, I should juz mind my own business. End of the day, we are all entitled to our own opinions and until he/she chooses to divulge, keep guessing! Some people are just that little harder to read. Maybe they r lost in 2 minds? Maybe they have an intent in mind? Or maybe they mind?

Heh. I hope you dun mind.