headtrip

Sometimes I'll get preoccupied with a person, so much so that he or she crosses my mind at regular, predictable intervals throughout the day. Reciprocal preoccupation is rare at best and is hard to pinpoint anyway (due mostly to the fact that I cannot, alas, read minds). But honestly, I'm not sure how I'd feel about floating around in someone else's head all the time. It's like this extension of me, this image or perception, is totally out of my control, at the mercy of whomever's brain contains it. And God knows what I'm doing in that brain. If it belongs to somebody hot, I hope it's something naughty.

I think I think too much.