the book and the cover

I put up a status this morning on one of the social sites - how another book i picked up by its cover turned into a lousy read.

While this has been true on a lot of occasions. Today, it had nothing to do with books or their covers. I was referring to something altogether different this morning. It was about how we seek out people and people us. It was based on an exchange of communication last night.

Surprisingly not a single friend of mine thought it meant anything other than what it ostensibly reflected. Am i just smarter than the rest? i know, not. Are they just plain stupid? i think, not. So then y didn't they see through what i wrote? More importantly, why did i not write it in plain and simple language had i wanted them to know the words between the lines? Why do i now dissect that they are unable to read what i had myself so well managed to suppress???

Why these mind games with the self??