I'm invisible (again) an eraser of love.
Today I am obviously invisible. I haven't been far because it's tiresomely obvious that whatever space I occupy at any given moment will cause maximal affront to someone else because they'd decided that they were going to be there and who does this long-haired oik in the trousers think he is?
And then they look at you like useless cow-eyed shitpots as if to say '... but why are you there? That's where I want to be. Why happen?' but because they're thinking that their entire brain is busy so they keep shambling in your direction, presumably hoping that the same magic that made you spring into scruffy existence will make you spring out ditto. At no point does it occur that it might be a bright idea to dodge to one side so you can both get to wherever-it-is with minimal fuss.
Gaaaah. Etc.
And then they look at you like useless cow-eyed shitpots as if to say '... but why are you there? That's where I want to be. Why happen?' but because they're thinking that their entire brain is busy so they keep shambling in your direction, presumably hoping that the same magic that made you spring into scruffy existence will make you spring out ditto. At no point does it occur that it might be a bright idea to dodge to one side so you can both get to wherever-it-is with minimal fuss.
Gaaaah. Etc.