Am I Invisible? June 5, 2002
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Homework
This morning when I woke up, I didn't realize that anything was really wrong. I had a smoke on the front porch, took a shower, and got dressed. No big problems there.
It wasn't until I got to work when I noticed that everyone was ignoring me. This was strange for me, as I work in a place where most of the work is on the night shift, and I work days, so there really aren't very many people on the day shift. You could say that we are almost like a family...But I digress.
I had walked right up to my supervisor, and he didn't say anything. Usually he tells me to bug off because he is really busy, or he stops and at least says "Mornin'."
I started to get antsy.
So I left.
Hey! They were acting like I wasn't there anyway! Don't look at me like I did something wrong. Sheesh.
Sigh Anyway...
I was walking back to my home, and I saw some friends from class. But they didn't notice me and walked right on by. So...I hollered out to them. They didn't hear me either. I started to get scared.
And what do I do when I am scared? That's right! I go shopping!
Or, at least I tried to go shopping. The doors at the Mall are on movement sensors. Yup, you guessed it, they wouldn't open for me.
So, I went home. I plopped myself down in a comfy chair and thought about my predicament.
My first though: I could become the greatest bank robber ever! But I threw that one right out the window.
I thought about my friends and family. I realized that I would never be able to really interact with them again. I began to cry invisible tears. My body started to shake, and I could taste the fear in the back of my throat. I would never be able to get dressed up for Halloween! Or eat great dinners at my mother-in-laws house! What was I going to do! My life was finished, there was no where for me to turn, no one for me to talk to. All I had to do was end it properly. A thought rose up unbidden in my mind, I wonder if my blood is as clear as my tears?
And then I woke up, had a smoke, took a shower, got dressed, and went to work.
NOTE: This was an assignment for my CCV Creative Writing Workshop online class with Nancy Thompson.
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