I'm not a mind reader

So Adam read my earlier ramble where I said he was hesitant about reacting to the possibility of me moving home. And he got mad. "I'm not a book. You can't read me. If you want to know what I'm thinking, ask me."

Oops. I think it's just natural for people to try to read their surroundings, but it is unfair of me to think I could know what he's thinking. You can't tell what other people really feel unless you ask them. I have to be more aware of when I'm doing that, and really listen when I ask someone how they're doing.

Just for the record, he's excited.