When one reaches a certain age, attains a veritable number of years, one becomes invisible. You don’t believe me? It’s true.
Maybe it’s the white hair that puts up that Invisibility Cloak; maybe it’s the wrinkles; I’m not sure what triggers this phenomenon. For example, in a room full of younger people, the conversation swirls and sparkles, back and forth between those of lesser years but the old thing sitting in the corner? No one knows she’s there unless they accidentally stumble over her. But, that’s all right. Half the time she has no earthly idea what anyone is talking about. Technology lingo is beyond her; the weals and woes of young mothers and fathers are a thing of the past. Oh, she remembers, of course, and maybe could voice some experiences, but no one wants to hear.
It’s nice, though, in a way, because she can listen, look, and learn. This cloak is particularly handy for mystery writers. She gathers clues, listens to authentic dialogue, hears personal stories of intrigue that just may show up in her next book.
The Wearers of the Invisibility Cloak tend to clump together. Old folks’ Sunday School classes, driving tips for seniors, retirement homes–there the Invisibility Shield drops and oldsters become just ordinary folk again. Nobody is a computer whiz. Pokemon is just a word with no meaning. It’s like magic–suddenly, the invisible people are seen and heard. It’s really quite nice.
I completely agree, Blanche! Being unnoticed does take one down a few notches but then there are advantages, as you described. It can be nice to not need to be noticed. And the invisibility cloak does indeed drop away when we are with our own kind. Thanks for posting your thoughts!
Thanks for writing, Kimberly. Yes, sometimes the invisibility cloak is nice and, indeed, it does drop away when we’re with those who may feel the same way.