As a kid I always wondered what it would be like to be invisible. All of the fun pranks, the tricks you could play, all of it. You could hide away, sneak around, anything your heart desired. Well, let me be the one to tell you, it’s not as great as it sounds. I am invisible. Not physically, where you can’t see me coming, but rather in a different way. I wake up in the morning, roll through the same motions every day. I’m not bold, not different. I don’t stand out, I just fill the space. Another person to provide for. People see me in the halls, a quick glance before they look away. No thoughts, comments . . . they just continue.

I reason and talk things out with myself, comfort myself and often zone out to the sound of an old James Taylor song. If it’s been a hard day, I can sink away just like I’m invisible. If I’m quiet enough, nobody will notice I’m there. Every day I do my own thing and go with the flow, filling in the void. You see, it’s not that I’m invisible to the eyes: I’m invisible to the minds.