things not to admit to anyone
So I wave. Not just a little 'I'm not sure if I recognise you, but I'll wave anyway' wave, but a 'Hi, hi, so great to see you, so here's a really enthusiastic idiot-type wave that expresses my joy and bliss'.
They keep waving back, but at the same time, are collapsing into each other's laps. Oh, I see. They were playing 'let's see how many dorks will give in to waving to us just because we looked as though we really knew them'.
The rest of the walk to school finds me trying to hold my head high. Later I tell someone the story and realise this, too, is a big mistake. They think I'm a dork as well. I realise there's no one I could tell this story to who would sympathise. 'You saw their faces, they were strangers, you didn't know them, so why wave?'
Ah, one of those eternal questions, like 'why am I here?' and 'what is the purpose of life?' And, why has all the cake gone at break-time just when I needed help?