I Am Glad People Can't Read My Thoughts

I am glad I can't read their thoughts too. Bad enough when you have to listen to the incessant yammering on cell phones. Talking about personal things that the world at large wants to know, but to hear the background noise of their conflicting thoughts. Or to listen to the despair that some suicidal people are screaming inside their heads.

To know that you are riding on a bus with some mom who wants to runaway. Or a kid who wants to kill his teacher, would be horrible. A person could go insane having to listen tyo all that.

As for what is inside my head, if I don't say it, it's probably because I don't want anyone to hear, or read it.