March 1, 2011
I sat day dreaming in French today, pondering my social ineptitude, as I usually do. I was thinking about the way that I hate talking to people. I wish I could live my life in silence. I would never speak, I would just observe people, and swap warm smiles with people I liked. People would provide company, but we would not be required to share boring anecdotes in the lunch queue under the pretense of 'conversation'. I hate the lunch queue; it's the bane of my day. When I was sitting in French, I knew the lunch queue was coming soon, and it was depressing me.