Invisible

As a person who has spent a long period of time in the past with bored adolescents in the bodies of bored adults, I have been asked the question "If you could have any super power, what super power would you have?" more times than I care to remember.

I honestly don't know, and I'm not sure I really care, but one thing would scare me: invisibility.

To the narcissistic, being invisible is our worst nightmare. Nobody to acknowledge our existence, to tell us how interesting, beautiful, engaging or life-changing we are.

As one gets older, one finds that invisibility just happens. People don't look twice at you. Certainly, fewer people wish to talk to you and one is never heard quite so clearly as in one's youth.

Maybe this is why teenagers tend not to blog so much as twenty and thirty-somethings. They're too busy living and being gazed upon while we're shouting desperately for attention, trying desperately to keep attention in case we become invisible and cease even, perhaps, to exist.