I am invisible. Always. What’s ironic is when I was younger I thought it would be great to be. Now I am. I get forgotten when I’m in the same room. Waiters and waitresses have forgotten me. I regularly get asked when or how I got there. I wonder how many would notice did I simply never showed up again.
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At least one would notice, and it might be someone you haven’t even met yet. Right now might seem unbearable, but who knows what will happen tomorrow. What if you were that one person that someone else needed. Screw all those people who don’t see you, it’s a big world.
You need to get a crazy haircut and start dressing in more flamboyant clothing, bro. (Worked for me, back in the day.)