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    I Avoided Everyone In New York By Wearing A Wig And It Was Awesome

    No eye contact, no problem.

    I’m Augusta. Generally I'm a friendly person, but living in New York for seven years has made me completely averse to eye contact — and basically all human contact — with strangers.

    It's not about being rude. It's about feeling completely awkward and uncomfortable with the idea of connecting with strangers past a cursory smile.

    On my normal subway commute, I do the headphones-reading combination to send the right message. But I wanted to see if something more dramatic would be better.

    So I looked to the real pro: Grammy Award-winning singer Sia, who has completely mastered the art of avoiding eye contact in public.

    She uses giant hats and wigs as a way of keeping her anonymity while in public, and I saw this strategy as an opportunity.

    I’m not famous, but I do love the idea of not having to look at anyone in public — and getting a free pass for avoiding them by the sheer fact that it would be IMPOSSIBLE to make eye contact. So I got to work.

    Like any sensible person would, I bought a wig.

    I tucked my hair into a tight AF wig cap and put on the wig, which was essentially a very fancy blindfold because of the bangs.

    Sia doesn't ride solo in public, so I asked my very large and very handsome friend Zach to be my bodyguard for the day.

    Location 1: Home Depot. Because Sia loves a good chandelier.

    The first person to come over was a salesperson who asked if we needed any help picking out a lighting fixture.

    I worked in retail for years and understand that salespeople are there to help, but I still get nervous hives when anyone who works in a store talks to me.

    Once Zach said we were just looking she went back to the rest of her co-workers, where they collectively tried to figure out why a woman in a ridiculous wig would be shopping in their store.

    Location 2: Bed Bath and Beyond.

    Unsurprisingly, cardboard people give me no anxiety whatsoever.

    But I did feel at home hiding from other people behind two sets of curtains: One over my eyes, and one over the rest of my body.

    Location 3: Starbucks.

    ...where the barista spelled my name as "Ceea."

    Location 4: The Streets. In the park, people completely cleared out of the way wherever we walked.

    If at some point in your life you can walk down the street with a bodyguard pretending to listen to a fake Bluetooth earpiece, I highly recommend it.

    Walking up the steps to Lincoln Center felt like parting the Red Sea. People completely cleared out, which may or may not have been due to Zach needing to adjust my wig after a gust of wind.

    Location 5: The subway, my nemesis.

    There, I got to ignore the fuck out of people in what can only be described as the Most Pleasant Subway Ride I've Ever Taken.