Phantoms swing past me in the daylight hours

 I could be imagining it, but it seemed to me that a girl from the church simply saw me and then told her friend to go the other way out of fear that I'd see her and want to talk. . . 

This is how it feels on the outside. 

The beta male thing  has been plaguing me. I seem to war with it and it wars with me. 

And the worst part of all is, I don't know if it's real. Or if I'm just imagining it.