To go.
by postmoderngirls;
Sometimes I need to say things out loud, just so I feel as though I’m heard. To feel as though I’m still here, still solid.
In all the amazing, wonderful, strong women that I am surrounded by, I wonder if I sometimes disappear. If sometimes, my voice is lost. And like Simon in The Misfits, if I too have the power of invisibility.
Sometimes I blend into the wallpaper and entire conversations take place with me in an awkward centre. An awkward that only I seem to feel. A muttered ‘Excuse me please’ unacknowledged, the words continuing without a pause.
In the middle of explaining something, people will interrupt and a new story shall begin and grow and explode into gales of laughter.
I wonder sometimes, if it isn’t better to stay quiet.
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We all feel that way, some are just better at the illusion than others :)
For me? I feel that way on the blogosphere… sometimes in conversation too. Then I become louder, then feel like a bafoon.
I’ve felt that way. And the times I’ve maybe been louder, and I get the appraising looks, I wonder why I wanted to speak up so badly at all.
You are so smart, lovely. And you are good with words. I just wanted to remind of you that.
Also, I love that you mentioned Simon. :)
Misfits is so good.
Everyone experiences something like that once in awhile. I imagine we all experience and react to it in different ways.
Is it we who should be invisible (are invisible), pointless, or are others just obtuse.
You, dear Risha, should never remain silent.
No one seems more poignant than someone who remains quiet until they raise a single, indisputable point. Make the point when it comes, and until then, save your energy- when you speak profound wisdom only, it will ensure that they will listen when you choose to open your mouth.
Make it a privilege to be listened to. Not a chore to be heard.