I do what I can to be unapproachable. I'm not kidding. I skip showers, engross myself in books, laugh sardonically from time to time --whatever I can do to look busy, deep in thought, or completely uninterested.
People TALK to me. Constantly. I mean, it's not bad; I'm not REALLY complaining. It's nice, in a way, because, if they didn't talk to me, I could go for very very long stretches without any human interaction. But I can't quite figure it out. I go to great lengths to look completely indifferent to anything you might say, and still--People ask me for directions, every day. People ask me why the subway is closed. People ask me if I like theatre, and can I come to their play?
It's no hassle, really. I appreciate the chance to practice my Spanish, and it's just nice to discover that the people I generally stare at blankly are actual, real people, who speak and ask questions.
Moral of the story: You don't always get what you want; you get what you need.
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