One Toronto summer, I waited 45 minutes at the butcher's. I called out and I bobbed up and down and I waved my hands. Invisible.
I realised then that my greatest fear is being invisible. I spent chunks of my life being talked over, walked over, with achievements passed over. I was given reasons, from religion to "You are clever, you don't need compliments." These reasons were all merely excuses. This built up to that time in the butcher's.
People still sometimes act as if I don't exist. My existence is occasionally moot. I have, however, named the fear.
And thank you so much for the copy of LtC! So great to actually hold a real copy in my hands :) It is on my TBD pile for as soon as I finish the new Stephen King epic.
No, I saw the words, but that's all they were to me at the time...words on a page. I can't really invest in a novel if I have to read it on-screen. It will be much more enjoyable to settle back in the recliner and read it as a real dead-tree book :)
I realised then that my greatest fear is being invisible. I spent chunks of my life being talked over, walked over, with achievements passed over. I was given reasons, from religion to "You are clever, you don't need compliments." These reasons were all merely excuses. This built up to that time in the butcher's.
People still sometimes act as if I don't exist. My existence is occasionally moot. I have, however, named the fear.
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And thank you so much for the copy of LtC! So great to actually hold a real copy in my hands :) It is on my TBD pile for as soon as I finish the new Stephen King epic.
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