What Are You Thinking About? The Age-Old Question – Answered (Sort Of)

Ah, the dreaded question. You know it is coming when the pin-drop silence spreads over you like a blanket. You can practically hear the tick, tick, tick of the clock, even though there isn’t a clock anywhere in the vicinity.

Time stretches like a rubber band, and then it snaps. “What are you thinking about?” he asks. Uh-oh.

Should you go with the generic answer? — “Nothing.” And leave it at that?

Or should you give    a gist of the thought that zipped through your head? — “Oh, I was just wondering what the little white stain on the curtain was.”

Or do you tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? — “I was wondering about that little stain on the curtain, and then I realised even though we washed it, the cat fur sticks to it like crazy. Do the cats vertically slide down the curtains when we are not looking? What else do the cats get up to when we aren’t looking? Do they secretly communicate with the pigeons outside the window who then pass on the message to the other cat gangs down below the building? A secret society of cats makes purr-fect sense; they are cats, after all. Speaking of cats, I think I fed them early in the morning because I woke up early due to that whacked-out dream. At least I managed to put the garbage out because I was up early, but the man who collects it started coming late anyway. I wonder what changed in his schedule. Could he be in cahoots with the cat gang? Nah, I don’t think so; he seems more of a dog person.

Okay, the first answer definitely seems like the one to go for. It is the only one that makes me sound relatively sane.