Invisible Woman

In one of my favorite comedy skits, Carol Burnett sits at a restaurant explaining to a friend how she is constantly ignored—all while the waiters and her friend look right through her.

I carry that image with me. I feel it whenever I'm in a room where people—sometimes including my own children—seem more interested in the floor tiles than the person standing in front of them (ME!). Most days, I can accept or even appreciate the solitude. But some days, it’s just nice to be seen.

Social media has made this invisibility feel more acute. I started an Instagram account to find connection, but I’m struggling to figure out how to actually make conversations happen. I’m not built for five-second clips or constant posting; I’m built for something different, though I'm not sure how to translate that or if Instagram is even the right medium.

It makes me wonder: is social media actually for sharing and fostering connection, or is it just for marketing our lives and our fantasies and proving our worth based on the number of likes?

Maybe the disconnect is my own. I have this habit of saying just a few words and hoping people see the depth beneath them, yet I have little patience for long-windedness about the simple things. In any case, I’m looking for real connection in a world that feels increasingly entertainment-oriented and scripted.

Until next time,

Odi