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A sensitive mind is a curse sometimes. You remember everything. That remark someone made. How they made it. How much emphasis they placed on which word. What their expression was while saying it. How many jokes they made at your expense. How much they were relishing it. How many people were genuinely laughing at it. It feels like a curse. It affects how you deal with people too. You notice them more deeply. How they say things. Whether they meant them. How much they want you. The gap between what they say and what they do, between what they say they will do and what they actually end up doing. You build the entire algorithm in your mind. It’s fascinating how the mind can cultivate a map of micro-expressions, storing tiny details that most people would never notice. Everything is recorded in a ledger. You will spot a problem long before it materialises into one. You can figure out the people who silently dislike you by the way they talk to you, the way they joke about you, and the way…

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