Afterthought

I hate being an afterthought. There are times in life when you know that you were invited somewhere not as someone's first choice but because it occurred to them after-the-fact. I'm just vain enough to want to believe that people like me and think about me, and when it's obvious that it's just circumstances that prompted the invitation I feel stupid. But since I can't control what others think of me I try and make the best of the situation and give everyone the benefit of the doubt. Sometimes it takes a conscious effort NOT to be offended.