Extras.

I have to be honest. I’m tired of being the protagonist. Just for once, I’d like to be one of the extras. You know, one of those strangers you see on the street. The ones that simply pass by the window, heading one way, and then coming back from wherever they went. Or, how about those neighbours that never have to do any grocery shopping? 

Don’t pretend you don’t what I’m talking about. We’ve all noticed that little glitch in reality.