Philosophy of The Invisible Man

No, I’m not talking about H.G. Wells’ “The Invisible Man” or Ralph Ellison’s “Invisible Man”. I’m talking about a person as they pertain to society. Now, the invisible man is someone you know, or someone you know when you see them. Someone you don’t think about once you leave their presence as they don’t make an impression on you, good or bad.

The invisible man is unremarkable, ordinary, mundane, boring, and any other adjective opposing “exciting” you can think of. Now, despite being invisible in society, mainly in regards to women, this man may, in fact, have a lot going for himself. He might be a six-figure earner, might be a millionaire, might be a billionaire. Resources and material wealth hold no bearing in someone’s aura and the energy they carry within themselves.

The mindset of the invisible man varies. In some cases, they can also be the reject or the outcast (not the same), they can simply be disenchanted with society and have decided to “go their own way”, they can be someone who seeks attention and validation from the world around them but can’t get it, and so on.

The mind state of the invisible man is either one of complete calm or continuous chaos, the road of invisibility is often a lonely one due to lack of friends and affection from those close and far alike. The invisible man walks about life, one among millions and billions of people, living a lowly existence, and even though they exist it feels like the world would be better off without them, That they have no purpose, they fill no need of the public, that they are useless and disposable, replaceable even though a DNA combination such as their’s will never exist again.

The invisible man is the ever-present observer, the one who often doesn’t participate (and one who isn’t acknowledged if they did or do participate). Looking at everyone else who, perception-wise, live greater lives Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat, and all other forms of social media are shoved into the invisible man’s face, showing women in bikini’s showing off their bodies and guys with Bentley’s and Lamborghini’s and stacks or cash, living their best life, as the saying goes.

The invisible man sees all of this and wonders what he’s doing wrong, how come he can’t have what others seem to get with relative ease? How come his life is so ordinary, mundane, and unremarkable? How come no one wants him, how come no one needs him? How he has no purpose in this life?

All these questions swirl around in his head and haunt his every waking moment, his worst nightmare is to live a life unfulfilled, a life resembling a waking death.

The invisible man can take one of two paths, one of depression and suicide, or one of hard work. Years of blood, sweat, and tears to make it to the top of the ladder where all can see him, and even though he makes it, people only see his achievements, his accomplishments, his accolades, but no one . . . NO ONE sees him.

Alright, that’s my spiel. Til next week . . .

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