I just realised why some people get annoyed when I tell them my thoughts about them or things related to them. It’s because they think that I am closely identified with my thoughts – and maybe they think that I am my thoughts.
I am not my thoughts. When I speak my thoughts or, more often, when I speak of my thoughts, I am not identifying with them. I am reporting them as being separate from the me that is speaking of them.
Thoughts come and go – I remain.
I am the watcher.
Mindfulness.
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levishedated 
Let’s frame it like this: Thoughts are those abstract attractive creatures which are beautiful.
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If only all my thoughts were beautiful – some of them need to be bagged up and taken out to the trash bin. 😦
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Hah! That’s okay.
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I’m listening to the radio and the radio announcer just said “That’s SEX on Radio One.” as I was thinking about what kinds of thoughts I have. Damned if I know how the universe does that!!
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Lol.
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Whee! I made an Indian girl chuckle with a reference to sex! 😀
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Well. Any girl would chuckle to that comment.
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Thought y’all were pure as the driven snow – that’s all. 🙂
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I’m not pure. I’m a huge mess.
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Join the club. Sigh. Still – it has its advantages. 🙂
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I’m in. 😁
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Trying to think of something subtle to say now. Failing miserably.
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That’s okay. 😃
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Sigh.
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