Do you talk to the person who checks out your groceries? Would you recognize them if they weren’t standing in the store? Do you have a favorite librarian or bookstore clerk? Do you notice people at all? I sometimes watch people, on metro or in public places, mostly because I'm nosy. More often I'm in my own self-absorbed fog and don't see the people I interact with daily. .
Sometimes people talk to me on the street and I fumble mentally to remember how I know them. Even more embarrassing, I know them, and can’t remember their name. Arg!
Family can make me feel the most invisible. To illustrate….
Two years ago, I looked at my hair and decided that everyone not me was right, I was too gray. Most of my friends dye their hair. Since I can’t even bring myself to use mascara (bristly brush + eyeball = ick), I had never bothered. Just do it, I thought, buying the Loving Care
Sunday evening during Desperate Housewives, I broke out the box and applied color. I peeled off the gloves and flushed them. I wrapped the plastic around my head and waited. Then I read the rest of the instructions and realized that I’d need gloves again. Ooops.
I slung a towel over my bare breasts and skittered downstairs to the kitchen for rubber gloves. There stood Mr. Wonderful, watching the tv, eating ice cream.
“Boobies,” he said, making a pinching motion vaguely aimed at my chest.
I didn’t say anything, because I realized that he had not looked at my head. He had completely missed the plastic bag of shoe polish adorning my hair! As if I walk around the house without my shirt, ever? I picked up the rubber gloves and went back upstairs.
Two weeks later, at dinner, I said to my family, “Anybody notice anything different?”
No one, not husband, son, daughter, my parents or any of my friends had noticed that I had dyed my hair. I’ve never bothered again.