It makes me feel invisible. And right now, at this very moment in time, when I feel more vulnerable than I can remember feeling in a long, long time, ANY response is welcomed.
But I am being ignored.
Not in the usual way people get ignored by household members. It isn't deliberate. I'm not sure that would be better (okay, let's be honest here, it wouldn't). It's because the sound of my voice isn't important. It's because the things the other two people here are engaged in trump any sound coming out of me.
If you're reading this and you're feeling the way I do, know you're not alone, because I completely understand how you feel.
If, on the other hand, you're reading this and are doing the same thing to your family and friends that my housemates are doing to me, consider this your wake-up call.
And I'd be remiss if I didn't state that I'm sure I'm guilty of doing this to others.
It sure is lousy being on the receiving end of it, though.
How do I deal with this?
Well, I have a very active imagination -- thank goodness. I picture myself in a place where the people around me not only respond to my comments but also love my company and are glad I'm around.
And show it.
That's who I'm going to surround myself with: people who adore me and who I adore back.
Note: I don't totally blame the people ignoring me today. Both are busy pursuing their goals and dreams and I wouldn't want it any other way. But generally I think if someone in the same room as you speaks up, the least you can do is respond. Even if it's just to say, "What did you say?" or "Give me just one second while I finish my thought here ... " Anything is better than nothing.
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Today's NaBloPoMo prompt goes perfect with my state of mind: What place do you want to visit based solely on beautiful photographs that you've seen? The answer is: Forks, WA. And the prompt for photography is "sun flare". I happened to find a picture on the internetz that captures both, and is quite lovely:
Unfortunately, I think it's more sunbeams rather than sun flare exactly. Oh well. Close enough. Of course, unless you've been living under a rock the past decade then you know Forks, Washington got put on the map thanks to the Twilight saga. But it really is a place that I became smitten with, not just because of the story but the gorgeous video of those forests in the films. Sign me up.
I'm about halfway through a transcription assignment and I really need to stop this and get back to finishing that. Because after I finish that I have another project to do on oDesk. Both will take me a few hours to complete, so ... I need to get cracking.
Cya laterz, cyberland.