I am unoriginal. Generic. Bland. A well-worn pebble in the stream of society.

From my morning train ride where I stare at my shoes to the terse yet polite interactions with coworkers, I am a nameless face in the crowd. Scarcely remembered and easily forgotten.

But in the elevator I am a non-conformist. For those brief fifteen seconds I am a radical dissenter of all that is normal. I stand defiant of societal expectations. As each turns around, I meet their gaze with unwavering conviction and smile.

And for the shortest of times, I am happy.