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Angry Black Bitch has once again written my thoughts out in a clear and powerful way. I've been one of those invisible ones, not because I'm black or gay or because I'd been discriminated against for any other (stupid) reason than being female. But being invisible is they easy way. If they can't see you, they can't make fun of your brain or your clothes or the things you don't know about boys and sex and life. I dare you to go back to my high school and find 2 dozen people who remember who I am. Not best friends, mind you, just that I existed. Trust me, it'd be tough.
I'm just going to take that post and let it remind me that while being invisible may be safe, it's no way to lead a happy life. And happy is a much bigger deal.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Invisible
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Same as me- getting noticed, meant being made fun of, so I blended in with the walls whever possible.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, I've never lived the invisible life. However, there are some cons that are a direct result of living out loud...When there's trouble, I'm right in the middle of it. LOL Maybe this isn't a bad thing because I just have to be me and real and deal. Um, it's never boring...anyway, interesting subject matter and thanks for sharing the link Pam.
If you ever need a hand to hold when stepping out from behind the curtain, let me know. Forget about high school. Now is as good a time as any to live out loud.
Pam, you are AWESOME!! What is it about this age that makes us freak out, and why are we all remembering high school....as I watch Lucy start in on that social pecking order thing (she just started 5th grade), I just want to scream, "It doesn't matter now, and it sure won't matter in the future!" I am proud to say that she and Lily have so many strong, beautiful, funny women in their lives, and I feel honored that you are one of them. Thanks, Kiki
I think everyone is invisible to the majority of the world. But, to those of us that love you and have come to treasure your friendship, you aren't invisible at all. And to me, that means more than going to a reunion and finding out that people I could care less about don't remember me. It is my treasured friends that I never want to be invisible to.
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