Psychoanalysis is a hobby of mine. I read people; their body language, their choice in rhetoric, their characteristics. I try to make deductions with this information, then confirm with the individual if the deduction is correct.
These are the people that know they are being read. These are the people that manipulate their behavior to avoid watchful eyes.
As with all reading material, certain pieces are more easily read than others. The most verbose, science fiction novels of humans, so to speak, are those who reveal little or manipulative information. These are the people that know they are being read. These are the people that manipulate their behavior to avoid watchful eyes.
Adversely, there are individuals who are too easy to read; the picture books of humankind. Chief among them, I count myself, for I am subject to all information that I receive.
I will strive to become a doctoral thesis among mankind.
This is an insecurity that resurfaces when blog writing. If I find myself easy to read, then others must encounter the same. You can tell things about my life based on what I post. This, I am acutely aware of. It censors my words.
As an individual dedicated to transparency, I cannot manipulate, or lie to you as a Sci-Fi novel. What you see written here is my naked mind.
This psychoanalysis employed on the psychoanalyst is inevitable. Perhaps, then, I will strive to become a doctoral thesis among mankind.
Hereby the Maverick 