Pretending to remember is a necessary social lubricant
Let’s paint the opening scene of this bi-week’s foray: an unspecified location on Yale campus; you’re briskly sauntering about your day and happen upon someone who seems familiar.
The next five to six seconds are clutch. First, do you recognize them? Yes. Check. Do they recognize you? Unclear. Have they noticed that you are suspiciously taking stock of their facial features with mildly frantic eyes? Questionable. To wave or not to wave?
Do it! Do it.
The moment passes. And now you’re that weird person who keeps staring as they walk by, hoping they’ll make the first...
After you grow up, there will be people you know that you rightly despise and people you don't know that your rightly love. Popularity is a childhood version of love. Love endures.
just be honest. everyone forgets.