Chapter 1
Pretending to be innocent
I line up at a restaurant and look at the back of the person in front of me. I’m not looking at it to see it. There is no other place to look. Whether it’s your shoulder or back, a hair is fluttering and stuck somewhere. You should take that off so that the person in front of you doesn’t notice it. Wrap your fingertips together, apply a little force, grab the hair, and put it down toward the floor and look elsewhere. Why is that?
Someone taps taps me on the back. He raises his hair that he took off his back and looks triumphant. He looks like he did this to me after seeing his tear. I thanked him, but I felt like a fool. Many people watched him when he turned his head and saw his hair up. That’s what a favor is like.
If it’s your hair, it’s okay. You can put one or two hairs on your back. But it’s different if it’s a seams issue connected to your armpits or back and sleeves. My forearms are muscle-free and thick. In a classroom, where someone can sit behind me, I’m worried about my back, to be precise, the back of my armpits. I wonder if the seam is slanted to see if it didn’t burst. I should have brought it when I was wearing clothes like that. However, the trap is that you can’t think of it when you get ready. You have to sit down and wonder about the back of your armpits. Raise your hand and touch it. There is nothing wrong. It bothers me where I can’t reach now. I have already made a ugly move. Try to straighten my shoulders and raise my back. That won’t make any difference, but it’s enough to pretend.
If I stay calm, even if I point out such things as thread, seams, or hair, I will be overshadowed by showing off.
That’s the secret.
