The Sunday Scribblings prompt for this week is "Invisible". And.....it is a milestone prompt for our site as our hostess Laini tells us that it is the 250Th prompt. Wow.
So let's see where this takes me. I have an idea , a feeling, what can I make from it?
When I was a child I wanted to be invisible. To be able to sneak into a room and listen or watch a strange adult happening or conversation. I remember being sooooo frustrated by the closed lounge room door and forbidden room beyond at my grand parents home at Christmas time. The terrible wait until my cousins arrived and we were allowed to see inside.
I wanted to be invisible so I could be there but not have to participate as well as snoop at what was going on.
Have you ever been invisible?
Become invisible against your will.
I hate it......
It is a far cry from the little girl who wanted to be invisible.
The invisibility of being on the side lines and cut out of a conversation
Left behind or not quick enough to keep up, or as if you are superfluous, unneeded, unwanted.
To wander off and nobody noticed you leave.
You can never be so alone as you are in a crowded room.
Why do people do that to each other.
Have you ever been made invisible because a newer brighter personality has entered the scene.
Now did it feel?
Was it you ?
Or have you taken pleasure in the ego building that it gave you to do that to some one else.
Human nature puzzles me.
The pic above is one taken a bit over a week ago in the low clouds on the side of Mt Kosciusko.
Bye. Love Linda.