Sunday, January 07, 2007

Second Sight

Invisible people tend to take up a lot of space. John was no different. It wasn’t that he demanded a lot of space, it was more because other people gave him a larger girth. Perhaps the effort to not see him required a few extra feet of buffer room.

John seemed accustomed to being invisible. He settled into the couch, drank his beer and watched. I noticed him watching me and wondered if he could tell what I was thinking. Those beautiful eyes seemed to know more than I wanted them to. Surely he could see my discomfort, my questions, my compassion … or was it pity? Even when I told funny stories and he laughed along with the others, I felt uneasy.

I poured another drink for courage and whispered, "The Emperor has no clothes on." Then, I sat on the floor next to a pair of twisted crippled legs. The rest of the night John talked to me with his invisible voice, laughed with me with his invisible laugh, and shared invisible wisdom that I’ll never forget.

20 Comments:

At 3:36 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's not so invisible!

ron southern

 
At 4:25 PM, Blogger Larry Jones said...

You are an amazing, surprising woman.

 
At 7:09 AM, Blogger theresa said...

Ron - If I close my eyes, I can make YOU invisible.

Larry - I have amazing friends to pull me along, lift me up and inspire me. *smooch*

 
At 8:40 AM, Blogger Spin_Doc1 said...

Theresa,

You deserve all the wonderful friends in your life.

 
At 12:50 PM, Blogger Bougie Black Boy said...

This was poetically beautiful--yet sad in an indie-film-type-of-way.

 
At 10:31 PM, Blogger Dan said...

I think I know John. But he doesn't know that I know him, because invisible people can't know these things, right? Or can they? After all, if they're invisible, they have no minds to know this and ...

Oh, where's my Advil? :)

 
At 1:22 AM, Blogger theresa said...

Spin - I'm glad I can count you as one of my wonderful friends. Hope you're feeling better.

Stephen - Thanks. Glad it didn't turn out to be an after-school-special.

Dan - You've got it mixed up, sweetheart. John knows you, but you don't know him. Have some juice, you'll feel better.

 
At 8:57 AM, Blogger magiceye said...

alterego?!

 
At 9:18 AM, Blogger theresa said...

Magiceye - Interesting interpretation. You're thinking too hard. John is just a guy I met at a party ... kind-hearted, great sense of humor, pretty eyes, fucked-up legs.

 
At 11:15 PM, Blogger Chick said...

That's the most lovely use of the word invisible I've ever heard...breaks my heart.

 
At 7:14 AM, Blogger Dan said...

Joking aside, this is a beautiful story Theresa. I love how you are able to see the beauty in everyone and it shows through in your writing. I feel bad for folks who are treated differently, depsite their intense craving to just fit in.

He knows me? You are so sweet! :) Hugs and smooches sweetie!

 
At 8:03 AM, Blogger Unacknowledged Genius said...

Just beautiful Theresa. It made me think of all the times I've not seen a person for what they are on the inside as opposed to what they look like on the outside and that's not something I'm proud to admit.

 
At 8:35 AM, Blogger Blazngfyre said...

Haven't we all felt "invisible" at some point?


Echoing everyone else .... just beautiful T.

 
At 2:39 PM, Blogger afuntanilla said...

very intriguing!

 
At 4:56 PM, Blogger theresa said...

Chick – You always give the best compliments. Thanks, Sweetheart.

Dan – You’re a fantastic role-model. You see beautiful people everywhere too.

UGenius – Anyone who claims to be free of discrimination is a Big Fat Liar!!! You’re courageous for your honesty, Honey. Thanks for your lovely words.

Blaze – You're absolutely right. Who doesn't know the discomfort of being left-out or not fitting in? The difference for me is that those kind of experiences have always been temporary. Someone with an obvious disability or deformity lives with it 24/7.
Thanks for the sweet words, Lover.

Funt - Does that mean you're still thinking about it?

 
At 3:28 AM, Blogger captain corky said...

Thersea that was a very touching story. I look forward to reading more.

" Hot Chiks realize it’s a privilege to be a woman and are compassionate toward men, the unfortunate and weaker sex".

That was a great line Theresa. Thanks for the laugh!

 
At 7:34 AM, Blogger Polyman3 said...

I'm only invisible when I step up to the bar to order a drink.

I'm with Blazngfyre in that we are all invisible from time to time.

 
At 10:11 AM, Blogger Steven Novak said...

I was invisible once.

People kept stepping on my feet. ;)

Steve~

 
At 11:19 AM, Blogger theresa said...

Capt. C - Oh, I'm so glad you came by to visit. Better still, I'm happy that you found something to chuckle about. I can't wait to read more of you. You're a riot.

Pman3 - When that happens to me, I just open one more button on my sweater and lean over the bar a bit further. However, I'm not sure that will work as well for you. It may depend on how many little button-up sweaters you have in your wardrobe.

Steve - Good one! You never fail to crack me up. Glad you're back. I missed you.

 
At 1:11 AM, Blogger No_the_game said...

Theresa,

Your writing always does magic for me. Now i think I can get my beatiful butt to bed. WOW what a beatiful way to put end to such a horrible day of mine. You writing is inspiring! It inspired the topic for my next post :)

Love you gal,
No_the_Game

 

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