sometimes it's nice to be invisible...
say, like when you are at synagogue for yom kippur and you and sam are talking in the hallway, and someone you've known since elementary school walks up to the two of you and starts talking to sam! it was pretty great, actually, because i was standing right next to him and he had to be an idiot not to realize it was me, being that samantha and i have been attached at the hip since birth. at first i was offended but then i was relieved, because i hate talking to people i don't like and that i never liked and i especially hate pretending to be interested in their life. so i just turned my back to him and started talking to the group of people sam and i had been talking to. sure, it is the day of atonement and we were in synagogue, but i figure if someone is rude enough to a) walk up to me and samantha and interrupt our conversation and b) not say hi to me, i won't be judged for being the bad person in the situation. i'd rather be rude thank fake, anyway.