The Invisible Man Frets Over Being Invisible
One of the things I find irritating when I am around people is that it seems I am invisible more than I am visible.
I don't like to be noticed and I don't like being ignored. OK, I admit that is a doubled-edged sword. I think what it is I don't like being noticed by a large group of people. I am more comfortable in a one to one situation.
Having said that, at this very moment I am putting on a show for several hundred people and I don't mind it at all.... maybe because I don't see them and they don't see me.
I remember one time I approached my first cousin Ray at a Hunter Reunion and addressed him by name and asked how he was doing. He said fine and said, "And who are you?"
I told him. And he told me it was nice meeting me.
I told him we have talked face to face five or six times before through the years. He told me I was wrong he had never seen me in his life. I knew his yankee accented voice, I knew his demeanor, and his bigness. He was a big guy. The fact is that I just too bland to stand out.
Plain people get ignored a lot.
Now, what is really irritating to me is for someone to ask to borrow a couple of bucks and forget to pay me back. I don't think that the person intentionally does not pay me back I think once he gets my money I am pushed back away from his on-line memory.... it has happened more than once. As a matter of fact twice. Once in about 1957 and again in 2009... is there no end?
I just wanted to mention it, not that it matters, one way or the other...I just wanted to get it off my chest and at the same time chalk up another blog post.