“Don’t you want to join us?” I was recently asked by an acquaintance when he ran across me alone after midnight in a coffeehouse that was already almost deserted. “No, I don’t,” I said. (Franz Kafka, diary entry)
(Oh, no…hopefully if I just sit here quietly he won’t notice me.)
That guy looks pretty bored over there. Maybe I should…
Hey pal, what are you doing just sitting there like a bump on a log?
Seriously, I’ve got a bunch of my friends here, and…
Come on, kids, this guy looks like he could use some company!
Now, if we all just have a few drinks, everybody loosens up, and then the party really gets hopping!
Hey, buddy, watch me — I can do…
So what do you think? Can you top that?
Guys, I think we’ve got a real deadbeat here.
Look — do you not like having fun, or what?
Oooookay…you just go ahead and read your book then.
This guy’s pathetic! Let’s get out of here, lads.
(Thank you, God.)