Reading Thoughts

Posted: September 27, 2012 in Short Story, Writing
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Today’s prompt asked me to answer the question, “What would my life be like if I could read people’s thoughts?”  This is a tough one for me because sometimes it’s hard for me to suspend reality and focus on my creativity.  I’m actually a bit excited, though, because I’ve wanted to work on my creative side a bit more.  So without further ado, I am going to write about what life would be like if I could read people’s thoughts.

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I didn’t ask for this ability, you know.  I never wanted it.  Yet, one day, I realized, “I can read people’s thoughts!”  I’ve never had any real talents or special abilities before.  I was just me – ordinary, boring, old me, so you can imagine my surprise when I realized that I could read the minds of those around me if I tried hard enough.

It started out as a fun thing, and I could pick and choose who I listened to.  For instance, I listened in on my best friend’s thoughts, just for fun.  That’s how I learned that she had a huge crush on Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson.  But then again, who doesn’t have a crush on him?  That’s also how I learned that she secretly wanted to date my ex-boyfriend, Josh.  Now, that was a surprise.  I tried to play it cool and not say anything about it, but I just couldn’t stop myself.  “You don’t want to go out with him,” I said snarkily.  “He never has time for anyone or anything except sports and talking about himself.”  She just looked at me like I had grown another head, and asked, “How in the world did you know?!”  I didn’t tell her the truth because I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable around me.  Besides, how else would I get to know what she really thought about things?  However, I moved on from listening to her thoughts rather quickly.  We aren’t best friends for no reason, and really there wasn’t that much about her I didn’t know.

My next target was this guy I liked – Brandon.  He had dreamy, chocolate-colored eyes, short brown hair that just barely kissed his ears, and well, let’s just say he worked out a lot. I thought I’d just innocently try to get to know what he thought about me.  I was a bit disgruntled to find out that he didn’t think about me at all.  In fact, he didn’t really think about much of anything.  He was a bit dull, and I realized that I like a man with a good mind way better than a man with good looks.  I got over him fast.  And that’s how it went for a while – me listening in on the thoughts of others, with them none the wiser.

Unfortunately, what I didn’t realize is that it would all change.  What start out as fun soon grew to be an annoyance.  Like I mentioned earlier, when I started out listening in on thoughts, I was able to pick and choose.  But over the course of a few months, I began finding it harder and harder to isolate the thoughts of others.  I’d be trying to read or do my job, and some random thought would pop into my head, such as, “I’m so hungry, I could go for a burger right now,” or “Will this girl ever shut up?  I have better things to do with my time,” and so on.  Each individual had his or her own distinctive voice, so I began to literally hear voices in my head.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, it soon grew to the point where all the voices sounded the same in my head, and I began to have difficulty figuring out which thoughts were my own and which were the thoughts of someone else.  Even worse than that, I started responding to some of those thoughts out loud!  I’m sure you can imagine the looks I was getting when that happened.  As time went on, people started avoiding me because they thought I was insane.  And, who knows?  Maybe I was going insane.  After all, what sane person would be able to handle all those voices?

I started researching ways to get the voices to stop.  I went to a renowned hypnotist.  That didn’t work.  I tried going to a psychologist, but that just made it worse because I could hear her thinking that maybe I should be institutionalized, so I wouldn’t be a danger to others.  And on and on and on.  I could find nothing to help me get rid of the voices in my head, and I was beginning to despair of ever having silence in my mind again.

Finally, just when I was about to give up and just hide myself away from everyone, I heard a loud bang!  I jumped half out of my skin.  Then I looked around, trying to figure out what had happened.  Imagine my surprise when I found that I was lying in my bed.  All around me were evidences of my bedroom, and that the noise had been one of my books falling from my bed to the floor.  And that’s when I realized I had dreamed the whole thing.  After that dream, I am content to be ordinary, boring, old me.  And you can bet I’ll never wish for the ability to read the minds of other people.

THE END

 I realize that the storyline is a bit predictable, but it was fun to write.  I’m sure I’ll be trying my hand at more of this type of writing in the future, as I find it’s good exercise to be more creative.  I hope you enjoyed my little break from the serious.

Until Next Time,

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