I did nothing for a day.
No texts, no calls, no one looking for me, me not looking for anyone.
It felt odd, like I was blending completely into the background of people's lives;
like I never existed in the first place - a complete third person point of view.
After a while, though, I thirsted for some impulsive action, and attention.
Cut my hair, dye my hair, get a tattoo, record a song, paint a picture, whatever.
Anything to pull me forward from the background to the foreground.