It was a drab Monday and I was in a black mood that day. My shoulders were hunched. I walked with a shuffle. I avoided eye contact. My normal “life-of-the-party” spirit was dead…. and somehow that shrouded me with a queer impenetrable invisibility.
Wherever I went, people didn’t notice me. The salesgirl failed to serve me. The waiter failed to pass the
menu. And a dog nearly ran me over. I might as well have been dead!
It felt oddd. That was the first time I ever fel…