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.