Well, no

I was invisible in high school. In my mind, I was an extrovert, popular with all the groups. A smart girl who was in glee club, always selected by teachers to be a liaison between faculty and students. In actuality, I watched too much television, read too many books and spectated in every class. I watched the no mercy antics of the cool kids to the nerds. I witnessed the berating of the chunky kids of all genders and I made myself invisible. I spoke when asked and kept out of everyone’s way. I waited to the last minute to run in between my classes, so I didn’t have to encounter the squads of jocks and goths ready to mentally or physically beat down another individual. I didn’t make myself invisible to all because of fear, I made myself invisible because of revenge.

I’m the youngest of three, an oops baby. My middle sibling is 8 years older than me and my oldest is 12 years older. My parents have been married for 40 years and their healthy sex life created me. Most people in my situation are referred to as a gift to the family or a blessing. Not me, I’ve always been called the oops baby. All family members, close friends and the postal clerk all know that my old fertile folks had me late in life. My siblings resented my existence because they had to babysit me, but I was exposed to life and its options for crazy at a very young age.

Between the ages of 6–10, I saw Helter Skelter , The Godfather I and II, Shaft, Dirty Harry and Carrie, read 1984, Are you there God it’s me, Margaret, The Prince, Fear of Flying, The Art of War and Brave New World. My parents would bring…