You are a ghost. No one can hear you, see you, or feel you. Recently, you've started to haunt a college student around your age. They'd be your best friend if you could only communicate, you're sure of it. And then, one day, they look up and ask you "why do you keep following me?"
I would do all the crazy stuff, but pretend it was movies on a network TV channel named "Doll TV". So whenever I would start to play or would get back from the bathroom or whatever, I would act like a commercial break had just ended, and I would have to say Doll TV's slogan: "Our mouths may not move, but our movies have groove!"