Can you Read my Mind???

Generally, I like to think of myself as a fairly considerate person. I am careful not to interrupt anyone when they are speaking. I send thank-you notes when I receive gifts. I don't call people after 9pm unless I know for a fact they are awake. I don't invite myself to dinner or parties. There are a multitude of things I try to do to ensure I'm being thoughtful...

Nonetheless, I may occasionally hurt someone's feelings unintentionally. I may not think of that extra mile I could go to be extra nice. I really meant to, but...

I AM NOT A MIND READER!!!

In no way am I psychic. I do not know what is in your head. I can't fulfill your wildest dream unless you have specifically shared it with me, and asked me to help you. If you want me to do something, PLEASE share that desire with me. I can't be expected to know what is your unspoken expectation of me.

PS. This rant is NOT about my husband. (See, that's me trying to be uber-considerate of his possible concern that people might mistakenly think I'm talking about him.)