Your strong emotions open up the mind to telepaths around you. Just so you know.

It's been shown that when someone experiences strong emotion, hate, anger, depression, lust, and the like, that it is conveyed in the readings of an EEG (electroencephalogram). This is a machine that reads brain waves. It is actually reading the electrical impulses that the brain emits. These strong emotions show as spikes in the reading, just as REM sleep does.

Those spikes are completely and easily readable to a telepath.

I had an experience at work the other day that just knocked my socks off.

We haven't had Coke Zero in the fridge in awhile; our supplier is out of it. I really wanted one so I went down to the food court (our high-rise building has one of those... it's nice to have around) to get a CZ. When I came back, I walked into the break room and I said to a "gentleman" that I work with, "Awwww, a Coke Zero, but I had to go to Chik-Fil-A to get it."

My meaning there, simply put, is that I do not care for the owner's stand on LGBT feelings on the matter. That is all. I respect his opinion, I don't care for it, but this is the US of A and we get to exercise our First Amendment rights. 'Nuff said. (I do question the wisdom of stating that loud and publicly, thereby alienating a large segment of the buying public, but then again, this is the US.)

My co-worker JUMPED UP, making his chair slide quickly back towards the wall, I jumped as I reached into the refrigerator for my lunch, he approached me with four large steps, his face swollen in red-anger, the veins on his neck were bulging, and he practically yelled, "This is a matter of First Amendment rights! He can say whatever he wants, and worship how he pleases!"

In that moment, his extremely angry mind was wide open to me, an active telepath. In split seconds, I saw that he wanted to strike me. I saw that his family has a healthy fear of him. I don't know if he has struck any of them, or if he has a problem with domestic violence, but it may be likely in view of the fact that it took about 7/1000's of a second for him to go from quietly eating his soup to extreme anger, complete with a red, angry face.

This all took place in about 10 seconds.

Then he said, practically growling at me, "I'd like to line up all of you liberals and...." And he finished his thought in his head, "shoot 'em all." Then his mind closed. He realized what he was saying, and what he was doing. I had been taking steps backwards out of the breakroom towards the door, preparing to flee if I needed to.

I was terribly afraid of him, but the last thing I said, gathering my courage was, "I believe as you do. That the owner has every right to his First Amendment rights. I simply do not agree with him. Yet, it should be noted that I still shop at his stores; I like his food. Perhaps that accounts for something... Right?"

He simply nodded, went back to the table, and proceeded to eat his soup.

I ate my lunch at my desk.

(BTW, I am not a liberal. I am not a Republican, nor am I a Democrat. I belong to the Whig party. Google it. About 75% of Americans hold these beliefs but have no idea they are Whig material.)