The Last Furlong

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Becoming invisible – or not?

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I have developed a new skill – I’m mostly invisible. It’s an old person’s skill I believe. I’m learning about it – and its true!

Being the eternal activist for my favourite gripes, a rebel, a contrarian by nature and birth, I’m figuring out how I could use my new skill for my own amusement.

Invisibility in the elderly contains several aspects.

Firstly, bits and pieces of your person become invisible. Boobs disappear. or hang down “like bloodhound’s ears” as our mother used to say. Eyebrows and lashes become translucent white. The hair on your head becomes either invisible so your scalp shines through with pink luminosity, or whatever hair you had disappears altogether so your hearing aids show.

Your intelligence becomes invisible to others – though you know exactly what you intend to say, and despite not having Alzheimer’s, you can’t remember place names or useful words to explain yourself. Your intellectual presence becomes invisible. But your brain is still ticking over quite lucidly.

Out in the street, you are totally invisible, except to other old people, who smile, nod, say “Morning!” brightly, and affirm your presence. Anyone about sixty, has a vague idea you are there, and young people haven’t a clue that old people walk the streets at all because in their narcissism, they never see us.  Sometimes they notice a dog though.

So what to do?

Should I simply fade out, becoming more and more invisible and meekly accept my fate?

Or

should I bust through this invisibility shield by becoming really excentric?

How could I do that?

I could wear big padded bras, pouted pigeon style.

I could update the eyebrows and use very bright, spangle mascara to match my different coloured wigs – a colour for each day of the week.

I could use a very large decorative ear-trumpet,  and wave it about when my intellect appears to fade.Decorative Arts, British, An Unusual English Regency Enameled Metal Ear Trumpet, circa 1820.10-1/2 inches long (26.7 cm). ...

And use a decorative walking stick, that I’ll wave in the air when approaching people in the street that might have the erroneous belief that I’m invisible. (They might notice the dog?)

Or perhaps going Steampunk would be noticeable?

I love Steampunk!

Image result for steampunk walking stick

Or I could just go on blogging…..

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Author: thelastfurlong

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

2 thoughts on “Becoming invisible – or not?

  1. LOL! You could always take up smoking big smelly cigars and all the kidlings would run in terror from you! Or you could yodel as you walk. Or ride a big noisy motorcycle and rev the engine repeatedly.

    :>
    MJM

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