I look around myself, helplessly. I stare into the inattentive faces around me. They seem so full and distant. So close yet so far.
I leap out; jump up and down. Wave, cry their names out, laugh and then look around me.
I have their full attention. Now, I'm asking myself: what is it I want from them?
I rack my mind as I stand there, in the heart of it all. Clumsiness makes up for my lack of knowledge.
And then realization hits me hard. It’s not their attention that I need. It's my own.