I’m doing this thing, recently, where I ignore people that I know passing by. Wow, even as I write that, it looks horrible. But hear me out. It’s not like they’re the closest of my friends… I had maybe gone to camp with them for a few days, or they were a high school friend from years and years ago… but we could be waiting in line for coffee, pass by each other in the toilet, wait at the lights together… and I would just pretend like I don’t know them. (They don’t recognise me either, or maybe they’re doing the same thing.)
I like to think that I’m doing it because I’m just too tired to say hi, and be all courteous and happy and nice. I know that I’m not a kermit, and that I can be a great conversation-maker if I wanted to… but these days, I just don’t feel like it. It’s an odd feeling, but yet, it’s so familiar to me, because it’s just like what I would do. Am I being anti-social? Or am I just being me, and is that justified just by itself? Some days, I’m not sure.