Introspection at its best

I have to move within the structure of society. I cannot talk. I've got to think, and observe this world. It's a thing that people do less often, due to lack of attention. Well, if I've got no interests or real meaning worth sharing, I might as well blend in, smooth out. No longer a wrinkle in the population, I can sit. I can stand. Flip around some spoons, shoot smiles at coffee cups, even jaunt around oblivious. Because when nobody notices you, isn't that the best form of attention?

'In this life like weeds
You're the dirt I'll breathe.'
{Life Like Weeds, Modest Mouse}