Random Musings of an Invisible Life
Many moons ago, I had a blog. I tried to blog regularly. I tried to blog in a sharing, open manner. It didn’t work, mostly because I’m not a sharing, open person. Invisibility suits me.
I’m blunt. I’m opinionated. I have multitudes of self-esteem issues. I love books and reading, writing frees me and music uplifts my soul, I rescue cats but did I mention I have self-esteem issues? Oh, I’m also extremely introverted and shy, not particularly fond of people as a whole, and most days, if I didn’t have to leave my house, I wouldn’t. On-line shopping and home delivery were invented for me.
My life is not really invisible; I’ve left small marks here and there. I’ve made a difference to a stranger’s life once in a while. My co-workers consider me to be a nice person — I’m polite and cordial. I smile at people because I know it makes them feel good. I wear the cloak and mask that society expects from me, that I was taught to don when outside my comfort zone.
Why am I now here? I have thoughts that I need to get out. I enjoy reading the thoughts of others, some similar to my patterns, some so divergent from mine that I wonder why I read them, even as I devour every word.
My goal is not total visibility — I’m just aiming for a more translucent life and the occasional sharing of a random musing…
