She May Be Invisible
Well, I guess it's about time I post something new. Good thing I felt like writing something new anyway.
I was listening to music in my car the other day and a song by a YouTube discovery played. It's called "Miss Invisible" by Marié Digby. It's all about this girl who sits under the bleachers, eats alone, smiles, hides things, can't relate, goes unnoticed... Basically she pretends to be busy when inside she just wants to cry. This girl is kind of ignored, yet not really ignored, just not seen. No one notices her.
Sometimes I feel like that girl. Definitely the "trying to fit in" part. In sixth grade I tried really hard to be popular. Maybe I just wished I fit in. Either way, I really didn't. I thought maybe I was on the cusp of something, but we switched schools before I could really get into the one I was in.
But when I got to high school, and I'm not sure I remember quite how it happened, I suddenly fit in somewhere. I really don't know why. I can't remember how I made so many friends or how I got to be so (as my sister says, though I hardly believe her) popular. I don't understand it. But that's not really what I wanted to talk about either. I wanted to talk about that girl who does sit on her own. She doesn't really have friends, and the ones she does have are just as ostracized as she is. I don't understand how people can act like because someone else is "weird" or different, that means they can ignore them or make fun of them.
It makes me angry when I see people scoff or laugh at someone because they talk in a different way, or have a different way of making a point. And, yes, I'm still harping on those people in my class over the summer. Just because you don't like someone, doesn't mean he deserves the disrespect you show him. This isn't even what I meant to talk about. I'm a little scattered today. I had to wake up at 5:30 this morning, talk to what felt like hundreds of people but what was more like (maybe) eighty, and I'm a little sad because school starts tomorrow.
This is what I mean to say: That girl sitting alone at the table over there, reading a book and eating by herself may just really like to read. Or she may be waiting for someone to think her worthwhile. You never know, you might just discover the coolest girl you'll ever meet.
I was listening to music in my car the other day and a song by a YouTube discovery played. It's called "Miss Invisible" by Marié Digby. It's all about this girl who sits under the bleachers, eats alone, smiles, hides things, can't relate, goes unnoticed... Basically she pretends to be busy when inside she just wants to cry. This girl is kind of ignored, yet not really ignored, just not seen. No one notices her.
Sometimes I feel like that girl. Definitely the "trying to fit in" part. In sixth grade I tried really hard to be popular. Maybe I just wished I fit in. Either way, I really didn't. I thought maybe I was on the cusp of something, but we switched schools before I could really get into the one I was in.
But when I got to high school, and I'm not sure I remember quite how it happened, I suddenly fit in somewhere. I really don't know why. I can't remember how I made so many friends or how I got to be so (as my sister says, though I hardly believe her) popular. I don't understand it. But that's not really what I wanted to talk about either. I wanted to talk about that girl who does sit on her own. She doesn't really have friends, and the ones she does have are just as ostracized as she is. I don't understand how people can act like because someone else is "weird" or different, that means they can ignore them or make fun of them.
It makes me angry when I see people scoff or laugh at someone because they talk in a different way, or have a different way of making a point. And, yes, I'm still harping on those people in my class over the summer. Just because you don't like someone, doesn't mean he deserves the disrespect you show him. This isn't even what I meant to talk about. I'm a little scattered today. I had to wake up at 5:30 this morning, talk to what felt like hundreds of people but what was more like (maybe) eighty, and I'm a little sad because school starts tomorrow.
This is what I mean to say: That girl sitting alone at the table over there, reading a book and eating by herself may just really like to read. Or she may be waiting for someone to think her worthwhile. You never know, you might just discover the coolest girl you'll ever meet.
Perhaps many of the people that think you're worthwhile don't have the courage to approach you. In a way, quiet people are doomed to never meet each other, because both sides just wait and hope for someone to come to them and start things. I'm not saying that you should go out and approach anyone and everyone, but trying to look inviting and approachable would encourage others to strike up a conversation with you.
ReplyDeleteOf course, I'm no expert on such things. I gave up on people a long time ago.