It is a desire that runs deep to believe that someone else will tell us what our deepest self is, what we truly believe, or maybe how to turn into what we want to be.
Who will tell us?
I heard someone propose that the reason we like magic tricks, such as someone telling you what card you’re holding, is because we want to believe others can read our minds.
But no one else knows, and while we may be unaware ourselves… Getting to know ourselves better over time is part of life’s searching.
In the meantime, I should probably realize I should stop relying on others to read my mind at work.