Nothing's as free as being forgotten. Nothing feels quite so liberating as being ignored. When you live and love selectively, and leave your manners at the door. When you listen to other's ramblings as they explain their woes, they list the reasons they're depressed, and you stare blankly at your toes. When they claim that you're a good friend and that they'll invite you places. You secretly love it later when they forget, and you get to stay at home in stasis. There's a great big wide world around you, and you don't give a shit. Because speaking to people is the worst, and being productive: it's the pits.