The Thinker

 "Hey'', I said to the man in his recliner next to me "when I tell you that I had already told you something, you do believe me, don't you?" I wonder about the strangest things, I've been told. It was The Man who told me so.

Can't help it, I am naturally curious. And highly intelligent .... that is what my mother said about my sister and me. I am no genius, but I read a lot and that curiosity makes me ask questions. I retain that knowledge and pull it from the depths sometimes in an effort to explain things to The Man. I also am good at paying attention to my surroundings, not a trait The Man shares with me.

So, I wonder and ask absurd questions. His answer to the question, by the way, was "No, maybe sometimes." Encouraged to continue with a titillating conversation, I asked, "Can you tell when I am lying? Not that I am. I did tell you most of the things you ask me about two or more times."

He thought about it, like I knew he would. He struck the pose of what he thinks a thinking person would look like; and I knew his thought process was done when I heard him grunt out a "hum." It did not take long, that thinking he did.

As I watched, I was also thinking. I have the ability to multitask, you know!  While my eyes were on the other thinker in the room, I was also thinking that he would be totally unaware should I tell him a lie. On the other hand, I ALWAYS know when he is telling an untruth. Because I pay attention with my curious nature.