The Visible Man

They came. They saw. What? They saw me? Not again!

And thus began my travels as the Visible Man. I got off the bus somewhere downtown, and walked into a tanning salon. The lady asked me if I wanted to get a tan, and I simply said, "Invisible people do not care about their appearance," for at the time, I thought I was invisible. Similar incidents occurred until I realized everyone could see me. Especially considering that I am a middle-aged man, I felt ashamed of my foolishness. I was so sad, I wanted to turn invisible.