[ WP ] `` Just stop it , all of you ! '' You yelled in a mix of extreme anger and depression . Only a few seconds after did you realize that everything around you had frozen in place .

`` JUST STOP IT, ALL OF YOU'' I screamed like this was the last time I would ever get to speak. 
 
 And the world listened for once. For once in my life, somebody listened. Well, no, not somebody. Everybody listened to me. For the first time in forever, the world listened to what I had to say. 
 
 And of course, with my luck, they choose to listen at the worst time. 
 
 I did a little spin in the middle of the room. The great wealth of emotions that I had just possessed had left me suddenly, and now there was nothing as the world was silent around me. 
 
 I might've trembled a little as the realization begin to filter in, that the world had given me what I asked. Everybody had stopped, all of them. Well, everything had stopped. There was no movement, no nothing. I looked at the my coworkers in the room, and all of them were looking at me but not moving. I stepped to the side, and nothing changed but me. I walked out the door, and nothing changed but me. The cars were frozen in place along the street, like some kind of crazy modern art project. 
 
 I pulled out my phone, and tried to call my mother. The phone ringed, and ringed, and ringed. And then went to voicemail. And I shut it off. 
 
 You know, for most of my life I never really cared about being able to talk to people. I was almost always content with being alone, but walking down these streets full of people but not life, I realized that it was lonely being, um, alone. I know that sounds stupid as hell, thanks Captain Obvious, but really, that's what I thought as I walked down those roads, full of people who were n't really people at all. Nothing but statues. 
 
 It occurred to me that for most of my life I had been sort of like this. I guess everybody would sometimes see me walking down sidewalk but nobody ever heard my voice, and to most people I was nothing but a statue. 
 
 Yeah sure, sometimes I would make an impact on lives, but for the most part I was afraid to get to know people, because I was always afraid of them leaving. I was always afraid of them moving on, because I was afraid of being hurt. Because of this, while all those I had known moved on to bigger places, I had been trapped in the same place for years, as others moved forward and found love and had families and friends and did things. 
 
 I paused for a minute, on the corner of 47th and 76th, and watched the world as nothing ever changed. 
 
 Then I crossed to the other side, and looked back at where I had come from, and saw myself, standing like a statue on the other side of the road, as the world went by around her. 
 
 And when I turned around again, it was like nothing ever changed, even though everything had.
