Sitting across the desk sits a man telling me things I really need to know. I half listen. My brain can multitask but, as I’ve learned, it lessens the effectiveness. While one part listens the other part thinks about how he looks, what he might be like in a different setting, why he seems partially empty, what he might smell like up close… There’s beauty, privacy in the mind. We can think about things and never have them discovered. I can listen to someone yammering while I smile at them all the while not really wanting to listen or internally and vehemently disagree with their point of view. They don’t need to know. It’s not worth the fight that would ensue. I just nod. All is good. It stays put in my mind. I can spot an intriguing person across the street and they’ll never know I’m thinking of them. I can hear a family member complain about something and say “I understand” while inside I want to scream, “Don’t you see how you can make it better for yourself?” They don’t need to know. There are thoughts that stick in the crevices of my mind… they’ll stay there so as to not hurt anyone’s feelings, or keep my fantasies just that.