Unseen, Unbothered, Unbreakable

A Pep Talk from Ossie the Talking Skull

(for when you feel more invisible than a skull someone turned into a door stop)

Ah, there you are. You know crouching behind the wandering bookshelves makes a person very hard to find. Been looking for you so long that I was beginning to think I was the only one haunting this corner of existence.

Wait. Don’t go.

Sit with me for a second. Or stand. Or float, if you’re into that. Promise I won’t judge.

You’re feeling invisible, hmm? Like no matter how big you smile or how many tears fall down your cheeks, everyone in the world walks right past you no even bothering to look up from those blasted cell phones?

Believe me, I understand. I’m literally a skull on a pillow. No matter how much I fluff this thing people seem to only remember I exist when they trip over me or need a spooky prop for their drama final. It’s tough when you shout your voice to the universe, but the echoes never seem to land on the right ears.

However, before anymore tears stain those cheeks let me tell you something, bone to bone: being unseen doesn’t make you unworthy of people’s time.

It actually makes you dangerous in the best way. People who can blend in get to hear people’s true thoughts when people let their guard down. You get a chance to see people’s true colors too. The loud ones who are out there with glitter shooting from their noses will burn bright and burn out. But you have the type of soul that will endure whatever this world throws at you.

And when your moment comes, you’ll probably speak one sentence that makes people drop their phones and knocks me off my pillow. Don’t waste time begging to be seen by people who’ve glued their eyes shut. Waving your hand in front of the blind will only get you a very sore bicep.

Be patient.

In the meantime, if anyone dares call you “nobody,” send them to me. I’ll give them a proper talking to.

(Assuming they can handle unsolicited wisdom from a skull with centuries of sass.)

You’re far from invisible. You’re just waiting for the right light to hit you properly.

And when the spotlight finally lands on your good side? Oh, child. Those people won’t know what hit them.

Warmly,

Ossie, Talking Skull Extraordinaire

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