Mind Reading

  I am a Mind Reader, just to let you know. Weird saying that because it wasn't what I meant. What I meant was.. I am a mind reader. No, no, that is not what I meant either... I. Am. A. Mind. Reader.
 Oh fuck it, this is not working out, so I might as well just get on with writing what I came here to write about...  which is.. I am a fucking mind reader.  Nope, that is still weird.

  In other news... mind reading is a cognitive distortion where one believes they know what others are thinking. Wikipedia notes: Reaching conclusions (usually negative) from little (if any) evidence.
I am not a self-proclaimed mind reader, my therapist was the one that said that, not me. This is part of my therapy for my god damn social anxiety. I do hate people though. I hate people because I hate them looking at me. Sounds silly, I admit. I hate people looking at me because I think they will think bad things about me, thus I can read your mind and shut the hell up.
Ahh... now that it's off my back I can conclude. I am trying to get to the point where I can have normal social interactions with people. Although I don't think it will ever happen, as most people around here more often would rather talk to themselves instead. But perhaps that is more of my cognitive distortion playing in. I think that would fall under number 2 on my list "Catastrophizing."
Or perhaps it could go under "Overgeneralization."
 I am bored writing about this, onto more interesting topics.

  I will be picking the piano back up after all these years of keeping the dust off it for no damn reason. I plan to start writing music again as a way to escape from the painful urge to drink at night. It was suggested I start painting again as well. I am not the best painter but I think I could create an image of the humor in being a mind reader. Just wait and see, I will have that up here as soon as it is finished. Want to talk 'no skills?' I will have a rating system placed under each painting.."two laughs" for 'man, that is pathetic' and "four laughs" for 'please break your brushes in half and drink the bong paint-brush-cleaning water.'

   There is nothing better than making fun of yourself when you know "you aint got no skill."

P.S. I fucking hate the use of the word 'aint.' Guess I am just not gangster enough for it.