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No.192 - by Ella Frances Sanders - The Sometimes Newsletter

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It is Friday, a day that happens all too often, and I’ve been sitting here thinking for some lost and countless minutes about the fact of other people’s thoughts. I’m thinking about this because lately (the past five mornings, a hugely scientific field of reference) I’ve noticed more acutely than usual the impact of other people’s thought-noise on my own—I will go out on a well-worn limb here, and suggest that you are also more affected than you might think by the phenomenon of other people’s noise-thoughts. This is not groundbreaking stuff, I do realise, but the difference in the quality of my own thinking, especially in the mornings, is so shaped by early and quiet choices that I feel this bears mentioning.

It is Friday, a day that happens all too often, and I’ve been sitting here thinking for some lost and countless minutes about the fact of other people’s thoughts. I’m thinking about this because lately (the past five mornings, a hugely scientific field of reference) I’ve noticed more acutely than usual the impact of other people’s thought-noise on my own—I will go out on a well-worn limb here, and suggest that you are also more affected than you might think by the phenomenon of other people’s noise-thoughts. This is not groundbreaking stuff, I do realise, but the difference in the quality of…

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