Yesterday after hopping off the bus, I pop by Rose’s Donuts for some pastries. A few girls that I graduated with in high school walk in after me and I notice one of them giving me strange looks.
It could be that I was dressed like my interpretation of an modern ninja (read: retard in black) or that I was wearing a black fedora (that I guess you don’t see often on modern ninjas?), but I could definitely see the wheels in her head asking herself how she knows me.
So I wave hello, and she smiles. I’m terrible at striking up conversations with my gender.
Mindless rambling about the idiosyncrasies of ninjas in the fashion world aside, whats the point of me being on your Facebook friends list if you’re not going to bother visiting my profile every so often? Hi, I’m Karen. You know, the girl whose locker in gym class was behind yours? We talked about how much we hated gym and how hot Stephen S. was. You’ve seen me in my panties. Hello?
Its funny. No matter what I wear, how I present myself, or the fact that I’m generally really nice, I’m still that awkward 15 year old gawked at like some bad social experiment by those who considered themselves my “friends”.
Let me know when it goes away…hasn’t happened to me no matter how old I get.
Haha! I love your style of fashion, regardless how that girl gave you that look. I don’t have a Facebook but MySpace is already got me questioning your question, too. I have people on my friends list for no reason.