Peacock Invisible

I guess you think, probably, that everyone, including me, keeps track of what you do on a daily basis to help yourself look your best. Or what you consider to be your best, at any rate. Well, no one notices, I hate to tell you. Least of all me. For example, you probably thought that your new way of combing your hair that you started last Wednesday would make all of the girls stop dead in their tracks. Well, I barely even noticed. And I can just imagine you checking yourself out in that new jacket I saw you in over the weekend. You probably thought that it made you look kind of tough and mysterious yet also really very smashing in appearance. Well, it barely even crossed my mind that you had a new jacket. I don't keep track of such minute details, even with myself. Your big plan failed, at least with me.

No, I can't say I really keep track of how you look on a daily or even a weekly basis. I have some vague idea that you exist, and I know somewhat where you tend to be at what times. Our class schedules are alike I guess. But if you think I notice all of those little things you do, like the new watch I saw you wearing or that new pair of shoes I saw yesterday, I'm just sorry to disappoint you. I don't give any of that a second's thought. I don't even know why I brought it up.