You’re reading my mind right now.

This doesn’t seem strange to you, of course. In First World countries, people learn this gift at a very young age. To most of us it is a societal norm, and yet somewhere in the world there are entire cultures without this remarkable ability.

But how is it that you’re able to step inside my thoughts? The immensity of this feat is worth exploring for a moment. Consider the distance between us. Do you even know where I am? You’re reading my mind, and I don’t even know it. You find this completely normal. There is nowhere I can run, no where I can hide; you know that, right?

Also, as you read this, I could be doing any number of things, from working to having a conversation with a friend, even sleeping. In fact, not to be morbid, but there’s a possibility that I’m no longer alive*. Yet you continue to peruse my mental wanderings, completely oblivious. If you stopped to think about it, you might find it rather odd that most humans regularly explore the thought processes of the deceased. It’s almost frightening to consider. You might even begin feeling powerful – as well you should. You can read my thoughts at your leisure, without my knowledge or consent. If you think about it long enough, you may even begin to feel sorry for me. If you do, consider this final, odd fact:

As long as you’re reading my mind, I’m controlling yours.

It’s the 2nd of May, and I’m well over my 100-word mark again with 252 words. Will I be able to keep this up? If not, I’ve got a lot of Amazon gift cards to buy… Thanks for reading!

*Rest assured that at the time of writing I have no intention of dying any time in the near future.