The snakes in our heads
Nobody can read your mind, and that’s a good thing.
Penny for my thoughts? No, thanks. You probably don’t want to see what slithers through my head on a given day. It harbors some pretty nasty stuff—which I keep to myself.
You probably have some of your own. We all do. Vanity. Jealousy. Paranoia. Revenge. And those aren’t even the worst.
We all hide our true thoughts half the time. Let’s face it. Our real opinions have fangs. They can destroy friendships. Start wars. Get us fired. Even if we’re famous. Or just really good looking.
You don’t have to say everything you’re thinking. Total honesty’s a fiction. Whoever promotes that has never lived. Not really.
Or they’re Ned Flanders.
White lies keep the world turning. Sometimes my spouse asks me what I’m thinking. If I told him I was musing about the taste of human flesh, well, that’s just not the best pillow talk.
No, I’ve never tasted human flesh. Well, my own. That doesn’t count. And who hasn’t tasted their own blood? So tangy.
See, you’re starting to feel uncomfortable. That proves my point. Don’t tell everyone every single thing in your head.
