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Conspicuitis

I got hit by a severe case today. Meeting up with a couple of friends after forever, total casual t-shirt and jeans type lunch. Met them at the train station, and was chit-chatting for a bit.

Then someone taps my shoulder. I turn. I stop. Quite a pretty girl went “Vicnan right! Hi! Erm.. I just wanted to say hi.. so.. erm.. bye.” Flushed a little, she left.

..I had no idea as to who she was

I felt so bad, it kinda ruined my afternoon.

It’s not that I’m a looker (oh trust me, in the name of all that’s good, I’m not a looker); I’m just taller than everyone else, and like the only Indian Indian in my entire cohort.

I hate being hit by conspicuitis.

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