I like talking to people who do what you do. In my head, I assume you can read my mind and have me all figured out.
I imagine that around you, I will have to wear a foil hat to shield myself from the probing rays emanating from your mind. So I think about a lot of random things to keep you on your toes, to keep you from latching on to any one thought in my head.
Sometimes sitting across from you, I think jokes to myself, and chuckle. You look at me and pretend to be puzzled, but I know you hear the jokes as clear as if I had said them out loud. I only wonder how you’re able to keep from bursting out laughing because that was a really funny joke I just thought about.