Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.

“Is that bad?“ “Yes.“ “I think I participate, though. Don’t you think I am?“ “Well, are you dancing at these dances?“ “I’m not a very good dancer.“ “Are you going on dates?“ “Well, I don’t have a car, and even if I did, I can’t drive because I’m fifteen, and anyway, I haven’t met a girl I like except for Sam, but I am too young for her, and she would always have to drive, which I don’t think is fair.“ Bill smiled and continued asking me questions.