Sheep in wool clothing

I was walking through the local wal-mart, minding my own, when I hear out of nowhere someone shout my name. Now I am not a social butterfly, I do not seek companions, those of you reading this are probably shaking your head and chuckling a little, I digress. It was more than a little strange, because I have lived here going on three years now, and to my knowledge have yet to make any real friends, or acquaintances for that matter. It was almost like my bubble had been burst. My little shell had been cracked. My invisibility cloak had fallen off. I didn't like it. It turned out to be a plant junkie that recognized me from work and wanted to ask me about this bug and that flower, yada yada, but the heart of the matter is just how much I like this new life where I don't run into "old high school pals", or pregnant cousins, or ex's or past teachers or lovers or preachers or anybody. I have really done it. So tomorrow, when I go to this or that random convenient store for gum or soda, or whatever it is I need, I will smile, and know that I am a recreated me, in old me clothing. Kinda like a sheep wearing wool, still me, just me on my own terms. Weird these thoughts that come and go.