As I look at people’s faces I see them thinking, processing. Facial expressions and body language go a long way to someone who just sits and observes constantly. Analyzing and observing is something that I’ve always seemed to do. I wouldn’t be buried in my screen on a long car ride so I could memorize the roads we were driving on. I would focus hard to capture every detail of where I am or where I am going. I always wanted to consume every piece of dialogue that was spoken to me or to someone else. I wanted to figure everything out with all the tiny clues that were given to me. From a young age, I could see the plot twist in a movie, an hour ahead. I could see the instant mood shift in my friend when someone ticked them off. I could see someone fidget with their necklace as their minds came up with thousands of little scenarios that would instantly give them a rush of anxiety. I see everything from the outside that is always a translation from the inside. I see people’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and their eyes light up with joy. I see how they fix their posture in front of new friends and let themselves go with old ones. With just a look, I know billions of thoughts are swarming. Wondering if their hair is brushed in the back, if there are seeds in their teeth from breakfast, wondering if they are gonna get the job, or thinking about if their current relationship will last. Constantly we are thinking. And as an observer, I want to know what’s on their mind. It’s one thing I will always stay curious about because it’s the one trait I’ll never be able to get rid of. I see how people think, but I also wonder if my observations are even close to being accurate. I’d give billions to know what they want for their future. Thousands to know how they perceive me. Hundreds to know what hurt them the most in their life. Dollar bills to know what they think of themselves. I’d give dimes to know what they value the most. I’ll give a penny to know their thoughts.