The Invisibles 2009
The word invisible in Websters dictionary says: "incapable of being seen, hidden, not appearing".
That is why I am invisible and I will proceed to tell you why.
You change when you hit 70+. Maybe your hair will turn gray or pure whte, you may walk a little slower afraid of falling and you look as if you lost something because you are always watching the ground for fear of that.
No one notices you anymore. You don't go to parties as much as some of your friends are no longer around to have them due to the fact they have moved away from you or have passed.
Waiting at resturants foyer for a table to open up you look around for a bench or seat to sit on and no one younger or even a man sitting there get up to offer you a seat.
Most, not all, young people walk in and out of doors oblivious that you are behind them not holding that door for you. We are Invisible!
However, one place we are not invisible at all and that is at our Doctor's office. We are all there, white, gray hairs sitting awaiting our turn. Yes, the nurse knows we are not Invisible, she calls our name.
There are all types of us Invisibles. Some are lucky to still be able to take care of themselves at home while some are in another type of home, a Nursing Home. All sizes, all shapes, all colors, white hair, gray it doesn't matter we are Invisibles.
Now they are called "Honey, Sweetie, Dear. These names I only use to my love ones but now semi-strangers are calling them by that. What ever happened to "May I call you -------" or "Ms.-------- from these young guardians of our health. Our immediate families who will love us no matter what our age, value us. We aren't Invisible to them, well hardly. They may call upon us to vent but never to take advice. That I a subject that would make a whole different ranting on my part.
Here is what stirred my ranting this time.
I was standing in front of Walmart Store waiting for my ride when I see a white van pull up. Doors swing open, woman driver gets out. Takes out walkers, wheel chairs gently brings out the people. They are not Invisible to her, its her job. Yes, all white heads, soon to be Invisible in Walmart.
I smiled as they slowly walked by me so being white haired they saw me and we exchanged smiles. There must have been 10 of them and I noticed young people passing by them as if there was a big sale to end in 5 minutes. No one holds a door, none of them smiling just rushing past these Invisibles.
Maybe I should start a club for us Invisibles, we could meet, eat and greet while we rant about the younger generation. Be assured you younger than us, you will be joining in our club one of these days.