Tried to get coffee. Barista was having a full-blown existential crisis about whether they chose the right major. Customer behind me was mentally rehearsing their order for the third time. Person in line was mentally composing a text to someone they're angry with. I left before getting my drink. Some days, the most challenging part of this... condition... isn't the big things, but the mundane assault of a thousand unspoken dramas in everyday places. The irony of a telepath who can't handle a coffee shop queue isn't lost on me. I think I'll stick to making instant at home.