Today I finally figured out that when walking the streets of Manhattan I am invisible to others. It’s the only explanation I can come up with to explain why people walk straight at me, knock into me without an apology, lean on me in the subway car, walk right in front of me when I’m on line at the bank, etc. I mean I KNOW I’m really not invisible (and I’m not just saying that because I don’t want to be taken to Bellevue for a quick psych exam) – it’s just I sometimes FEEL invisible.
It gets tiresome being the only one on the street who moves out of the way – to avoid collision and serious bodily harm – when walking down the City streets, moving over on the subway so I’m not being leaned on, etc. (I have loved the word etcetera since first hearing it spoken by Yul Brenner in “The King and I”). I guess I will have to accept the curse of invisibility as there really is only one cure – but unfortunately moving out of New York at this time is not an option.