What’s not inside our home is this sign, which I saw inside a supermarket last night:

Have you seen what’s not inside? How we can we something that’s not there?
What’s not inside my heart and mind, here and now, seen or unseen, includes
- hate,
- resentment,
- fear about the future,
- regret about the past,
- expectations about my birthday on Groundhog Day,
- concern about what other people are thinking about me, and
- all the words I wrote, earlier this month, for my latest original song, which I’ll be debuting at an Open Mic in five days.
What IS inside this post are the lyrics for that song, because typing them here might help place them more firmly inside my mind.
What are Other People Thinking About You?
by Ann Koplow
What are other people thinking about you?
Is it something good or something bad?
Who’s to say if you’re somebody they’ve noticed
And what they would be thinking if they had.
Was the person’s dirty look about you?
Was that guy annoyed by something you did?
Could it be he’s thinking instead of his family
Like his most distressing and stressing kid.
People’s thoughts go everywhere,
Of you they’re often not aware,
And even if their thoughts end up on you,
Thoughts can’t hurt you anyway,
Their thoughts will move and go away
Unless you let them stick to you like glue.
What are other people thinking about you?
I think we spend too much time thinking that.
Other people’s thoughts can’t really touch us,
Even judgments, like we’re stupid, old, or fat.
People’s thoughts go everywhere,
Of you they’re often not aware
And even if their thoughts end up on you,
Thoughts can’t hurt you anyway,
Those thoughts will change and go away,
Unless you let them stick to you like glue.
What are other people thinking about you?
Face it, you will never know for sure,
Then why not think they’re thinking that you’re gorgeous,
Talented and smart and secure.
© Ann Koplow, 2019
What’s not inside this post is the second ending to that song, which I wrote in response to what my son, Aaron, was thinking about those lyrics.
What is inside this post, as usual, are my recent and previously unshared photos.
What’s not inside that photo montage is a picture of my son’s keyboard, which I plan to put inside my car on Friday and bring with me to the Open Mic.
What’s not inside YouTube are videos about what’s not inside things. Instead, searching on “What’s not Inside” at YouTube yields videos about what IS inside all the following:
- elf on a shelf,
- iPhone X,
- a rattlesnake rattle,
- Kevin Durant’s basketball shoe,
- a Furby Connect,
- the original Teddy Ruxpin,
- a secret frozen tunnel,
- a stop light,
- a pimple,
- an Etch A Sketch,
- a black box,
- a black hole,
- a fidget spinner,
- a giant Magic 8 ball,
- a cat coin bank, and
- a handgun, which reminds me that what’s inside my Facebook page is a birthday fund-raiser for Everytown for Gun Safety.
What’s not inside this post, so far, is music. Here is “The Calm Inside the Storm” by Cindi Lauper:
What’s not inside this blog, yet, are comments on this post.
What’s always inside my posts are thanks to all who help me create them and — of course! — to YOU.
You are so good through and through, Ann.
So good of you to say so, Mark. I appreciate what is inside you.
Insightful lyrics
I appreciate what is inside your mind, Derrick.
Love the lyrics. Wish I could be there to hear you sing them.
I wish you could be there, too, Janis! <3
I love your song–it makes me smile inside:-)
I love what’s inside this comment!
I think your song is great and that’s a thought I choose to bring outside. Also I once found a broken flat screen TV next to a dumpster and I really liked finding out what was inside. I was also tempted to take the frame and pretend I was on TV, but that idea was best left inside.
I think you’re great, Chris, inside and out.
If it’s not there it can’t be seen and statements like that annoy me
I always like seeing what’s inside your statements, Joanne.
You are beautiful inside and out. (♡ ὅ ◡ ὅ )ʃ♡
You see beauty because you have it, NBC, inside and out!
Aww…thank you, Ann! (๑°꒵°๑)・*♡♡♡
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