One day you're just another person. People hold doors for you, say excuse me when they bump into you, aren't actively trying to avoid eye contact, etc.
The next day you're some kind of ghastly apparition, too scary to acknowledge but undeniably there.
They pretend you aren't real.
November 13, 2025 at 3:06 PM
One day you're just another person. People hold doors for you, say excuse me when they bump into you, aren't actively trying to avoid eye contact, etc.
The next day you're some kind of ghastly apparition, too scary to acknowledge but undeniably there.