Insight into the mind of Alyssa

I'm not quite sure why I've been blogging so much lately but it's been a good outlet, so here's another one. I have a small confession. Or big depending on how creeped out you are by it. I am an observer. I notice things and people, which then leads me to believe that while I may know who someone is (and even some facts about them) they actually have no idea who I am. At all. It turns out that this is occasionally not true. Today in my English class, we were doing group work and during our conversation (that had nothing at all to do with our papers), it came out that during the course of the last couple of days, I had seen all four of my group members around campus and had not said hi. My group then decided that I must both hate them and be stalking them and tried to trade me off to a different group. They were joking of course, but it got me to thinking about why I didn't say hi to them. The reason I didn't do this is because I didn't think they would know who I am, so that would be weird. It turns out they do. And now they will be especially attentive and make sure I say hi. Maybe this is branching out for me or maybe it's some sort of lesson I'm supposed to learn about being friendly. Who knows? All I know is that now I am the group hater and stalker. Not exactly loving titles.