Last night

me and my girls were talking about the different points in our lives when we became invisible; the various moments when we felt like we stopped being fully human and just existed on the margins of everyone else’s lives. It was a sad/funny little conversation but one shot through with some fucking brilliant observations, the kind that you only make when you’re hugely drunk and being very honest. Mostly we had felt this way when things were sliding out of our control; we were at our most insignificant during the times when we had been depressed or anxious or had trauma. But unsurprisingly it was also about age. And then I was reminded of this perfectly expressed gem by David Rakoff:

“What a small sip of gall to be able to time with each passing year the ever-shorter
interval in which someone’s eyes focus upon you. And then shift away.”

I re-read it this morning and it made me smile and then sigh a little bit, because it is almost the absolute truth.


About pippa

40-something, yogi, gardener, reader and writer. Not great at any of those things but more than happy to be average. I'm anxious, depressed, chaotic, boring, delighted, excited and often foolish. It's all good. And cake.
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