Over the years, i've spent a lot of time thinking about what i'm thinking about. Sorta like an inner reflection, a check, an account of what my mind is processing at any given time. What's surprising is that i can rarely tell myself what i'm thinking besides the fact that i'm thinking about thinking. The ability of the human mind is poor in the area of such multi-tasking. We can probably compute a million bytes of information in a split second over a multitude of issues and purposes, but we can't tell ourselves what we are truly thinking. Or maybe its just me; everyone else can do it, and i'm simply a dumb loser.
Since i have had so little luck with my own thoughts, i've found that its much easier to observe the thoughts of others. I do this a lot: i'll buy a cup of coffee from San Fran, Coffee Bean or Starbucks, sit down, quietly sip away and watch people come and go.
That person who just walked by: he's having an affair with the woman he's walking with. He's got a ring and she doesn't, but the way they look at each other gives them away.
The lady with the large blue handbag: she's had a rich life; the wrinkles are beginning to show, maybe she's a grandmother. There is a true glint of contentment in her eyes. She's a happy person.
That kid at the next table: he resents his parents forcing him to be there. His pout, the folded arms across the chest tell me that he would much rather be at home... at his computer? No, its 5 pm - he's missing the latest anime on AXN.
I wonder what would people say, watching me watching them?
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