He asked me to help move stuff from his apartment above mine into his new place. Sweet guy he is. Of course I agreed.
In the moving van he laughed and said “I assumed you were asleep because it was quite.”
I wanted to pretend I did not know what he was speaking of. I wanted to act like my thoughts are not as fucking loud as they are.
Who was I kidding? I knew for a damn fact he was not talking about the amount I spoke out loud, because that was none. I kept to myself in that apartment room. I never played music. Occasionally I spoke to my snake, Seshat, but never out loud.
He confirmed one of my fears…strangers can hear my thoughts
xoxox, the habitual thinker