I believe in the sanctity of thought. The mind and its musings serve as the inner sanctum of the battleship that I am. It is the only part of me that is absolutely safe from crossfire. One must acknowledge that people can have profound effects on the thoughts of others; teachers, family and friends often serve as inspirations for all sorts of ideas. They are the ones who shape how we think and what we think about. It is possible to be creative and original in ones thoughts, but for example a thought in a language could not occur without first learning the language from a teacher. But what is truly beautiful about simply thinking to oneself is the privacy and lack of physical proof of what went on in one’s head.
And it is this ability to think to myself without fear of eavesdroppers or interjections that occasionally gives me my most serene and blissful moments. The world is a stage, as the overused Shakespeare quote goes, but the mind is the only place where no role must be played: there is no audience. On the surface I am nerd extraordinaire, delivering high grades and in general working hard at doing well in school. But what the innocent bystander does not know, is that I am enjoying the company of my attractive male harem while luxuriating in the warm waters off a Caribbean coast in the privacy of my thoughts.
I had caught a ride from a friend who unlike me, could drive. He and I got along well as long as we did not discuss politics, which always resulted in a no holds barred screaming match. My voice would climb in pitch and his would deepen as we interrupted each other; the end result was always sulking. As a result we had a tacit understanding. When we hung out together, we never talked about politics. In this situation everyone else in the car shared the same political outlook, HIS political outlook. It was then I started to become nervous.
Then, one of the guys brought up gun rights. I am a passionate believer in regulating gun possession if not removing the right for civilians to possess firearms. I put my foot in my mouth and blurted out my stance on the issue. The temperature in the car was raised by a few degrees, and I braced myself for the ensuing bloodbath. After being talked down to for a good thirty minutes, yelling back retorts as fast as I could formulate them, and getting worked up, we all ended up sulking in silence. I was never happier for the inability for others to see my thoughts, for I confess I daydreamed that they were my man slaves and I personally forced them to destroy any weapons they possessed.
I believe in the sanctity of thought, and am grateful for the dreams, musings and fantastical situations that, in absolute privacy, are mine and mine alone to see.
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