The Art of Being Invisible

We all need a little break sometimes. So today I am being very lazy and invisible like these dogs:

Ever feel like you were invisible? I think the older you get the more invisible you become. I look in the mirror and see myself fading away. That is certainly not the person I know, not the girl I remember. So I figure that if I can’t see myself then no one else can either.

The real test though of becoming invisible is when you participate in a conversation and realize that no one is listening. The older you get, the less likely anyone is listening to you. I mean really, how many times do you have to say the same thing over and over again before someone starts to listen? Never mind, you are starting to become invisible.

There is a way to use this “curse” to your advantage. You can learn all sorts of secrets by being invisible. You listen; after all if no one sees you then they are more likely to say the most amazing things. It is like being sober at a party when everyone else is not. Being invisible you do not have to worry about what you are wearing or how your hair and make-up look. You don’t have to worry about what you say because no one is listening anyways.

When I first realized that I was becoming invisible it really frustrated me, but now I am experimenting on the art of being invisible. I can go where I want, do what I want, (as long as my body lets me) I can wear what I want, (I do not go around naked just yet) and I can say what I want. Who cares anyways? I might as well have some fun with my new found invisibility. I said fun, and although I have previously stated that I am somewhat of a criminal; I have no plans on going out and robbing a bank or any such thing.

So today I have decided to go into town and say “Hello” to as many people as I can and see how many reply. That way I can see just how invisible I am becoming. I will go to a café and sit at a table all alone, and see how long it takes for a waiter to notice me. Then maybe I should go into a store and see if a sales clerk sees me and asks if I need any help. If that takes too long I can always try moving merchandise around; now that should get their attention, right? After this little adventure, I will go home, make dinner, and see if anyone pays attention to what I have to say at the dinner table. Even better yet, let’s see if anyone even noticed that I was gone during the day. My mother does not count, because let’s face it she is even more invisible then I am.

Getting attention is really over rated. Fighting for it is just too stressful, and is such hard work. So I think I will just take a little vacation from it and practice the art of being invisible. Who said getting older can’t be just a little fun?

So I posted this back when I first started blogging a whole three months ago. You can say this is my anniversary addition. Since I started blogging I have gotten 350 followers, over 21000 views, and my flags are from 110 countries, the newest one from Nepal( now that's cool). I want to thank each and every one of my friends for sticking around. I do my best to visit all of you. I don't always post but I am a very good stalker.


Back to fairy tales tomorrow and a story about a special bear.