People don't believe in ghosts, by and large, but they still think mind reading is possible.
Or maybe people do believe in ghosts, I don't know. I can't read their minds to see if they do or not.
This post is brought to you by a couple of events. Last night, my older child asserted that she couldn't read my mind when I was trying to talk to her about something. I countered with stating that I couldn't read her mind either, that's why I was asking her questions.
Second event was this morning, driving to work. For some reason, I was telling myself that I knew why the people in other cars were changing lanes. "They must be turning at x intersection." "They're probably getting on the freeway." Why I was doing this, I don't know.
So instead of telling myself stories about why people were doing what and going where, I tried to just be in every moment as it came to me. I was unsuccessful, but at least I tried letting go of the stories I was telling myself.
But all that led to this wondering why we continually tell ourselves what others are thinking. "She probably thinks I'm fat." "He must think I'm a total idiot." I have given up on a lot of this type of thinking recently, and I have to say, my mind is much more at peace because of it. But I still play the game. My child's comments led to a bit of an argument and this morning I was telling myself what she might be thinking, or what she might do. I really had no idea, but I continued to tell myself the stories.
Which is why, when I found myself telling myself what other drivers were doing and why, I kind of realized I needed to take a step back. I don't know where this particular road will lead, but I'm interested to find out.