It is easy to fall stressed at the current season of examinations with a mix of cold. Though there is salvation to be found in little pleasures that make it lighter to smile these days. This is all due to friends who keep me company and strangers who acknowledge my existence, unlike automatic doors that never read my presence. Ghost status or short height?
Thank goodness for modern technology and automated machines, one of few instances that I have preference of communicating with a monotonous voice-recording than face actual, human interaction. To be fair, one only has so much capacity to tolerate the stare, accompanied by the pitying question of asking twice whether company is to come. As if asking me twice would suddenly make appear someone to save me from my singularity, but who said I needed saving?