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Wouldn’t It Be Great to Be Professor X

Professor X

I’m curious why some people think other people can read their mind.  I can’t read anyone’s mind but my own, thank goodness. You can’t read my mind either, thank goodness again. We’re not Professor X of the famous X-Men. But there are some among us who think other people should indeed read their minds. That we should just know without any communication whatsoever exactly what they are going to do.

For example we’re driving along and all of a sudden their car cuts in front of us moving from the far right lane to the far left lane not once using the blinker thingy that comes standard on each and every car. If we honk because they’ve scared the poop out us they get upset like we should have known exactly what they are thinking.

Well let’s be real here.  How in the world are we to know what they are doing unless they tell us. I know turn-signals are one of the old-fashion car-parts like rear-view mirrors and seat belts.  They are not just accessories. Turn signals are meant to be used because there is no way we’d walk up to place an order at a coffee shop and expect the person behind the counter to do a Professor X mind-scan to find out what we want. In almost everything we do in life we must tell other people what we are doing and what we want.

That universal law of communication does not end when we get behind the wheel of a car.   In fact driving is one of the activities, like landing a plane at a busy airport, and having unprotected sex, where we really need to carefully and intentionally communicate exactly what we’re getting ready to do so other people know what to expect and avoid. It’s not polite or safe to drive like we’re the only person on the road and every other driver, pedestrian, and bicycle rider should just know what we’re intending to do.  No matter what kind of car, I guarantee it comes with turn signals. Let’s be kind to one another and use our turn signals. And, seriously think two and three times before having unprotected sex. That too is an accident waiting to happen.

I’m curious why some people think other people can read their mind.  I can’t read anyone’s mind but my own, thank goodness. You can’t read my mind either, thank goodness again. We’re not Professor X of the famous X-Men. But there are some among us who think other people should indeed read their minds. That we should just know without any communication whatsoever exactly what they are going to do.

For example we’re driving along and all of a sudden their car cuts in front of us moving from the far right lane to the far left lane not once using the blinker thingy that comes standard on each and every car. If we honk because they’ve scared the poop out us they get upset like we should have known exactly what they are thinking.

Well let’s be real here.  How in the world are we to know what they are doing unless they tell us. I know turn-signals are one of the old-fashion car-parts like rear-view mirrors and seat belts.  They are not just accessories. Turn signals are meant to be used because there is no way we’d walk up to place an order at a coffee shop and expect the person behind the counter to do a Professor X mind-scan to find out what we want. In almost everything we do in life we must tell other people what we are doing and what we want.

That universal law of communication does not end when we get behind the wheel of a car.   In fact driving is one of the activities, like landing a plane at a busy airport, and having unprotected sex, where we really need to carefully and intentionally communicate exactly what we’re getting ready to do so other people know what to expect and avoid. It’s not polite or safe to drive like we’re the only person on the road and every other driver, pedestrian, and bicycle rider should just know what we’re intending to do.  No matter what kind of car, I guarantee it comes with turn signals. Let’s be kind to one another and use our turn signals. And, seriously think two and three times before having unprotected sex. That too is an accident waiting to happen.