We are human and so we not only want attention, we need it. In prison, they put people into isolation to punish them, and apparently it works. Celebrities pursue attention relentlessly, until they get too much of it, and then they run away and pretend to hide. Web-based social gatherings attract millions, all clamoring to tell the world what they’re doing this very minute. “Angela is baking cookies!” “Mike has a headache!”
There is, I’m guessing, some comfortable amount of attention, just as there is a comfortable temperature range. Too little and we freeze to death. Too much and we burst into flames.
Over the past few years I’ve noticed the disparity in the attention-getting abilities of various people, starting with myself. I am not good at getting anyone to notice me. I don’t light up a room when I enter. In fact, it actually dims a bit. I could dress up like Captain America and bungee jump from the Washington Monument, and I doubt anyone would even point. The letters and essays I submit to our local newspaper spark no follow-up discussion at all, while those of others seem to set off wildfires that burn for days or weeks. When I try to get involved in online forums, my questions, comments, and replies are almost always met with dead silence. Most of the emails I send go unanswered, left to drift endlessly in Cyber-Limbo. Even at home I feel strangely invisible, except when someone needs a drive, or when it’s allowance day. In the movie Beetlejuice, when Juno scolds the Maitlands by saying, “It obviously doesn’t do any good to pull your heads off in front of people if they can’t see you,” I think, “Tell me about it.”
I have, of course, an emotional response to all of this: What’s wrong with me? Is it obvious that I’m a weirdo, even to my own family? To total strangers? In print? But my ever-curious mind also finds it interesting, even intriguing. How does it work, this process of getting attention, or not getting it? How does everyone know to ignore me? Do all of those online forum participants get together and decide not to answer my posts? No. At least I don’t think so.
Yesterday, I did Internet searches by typing in, “Am I invisible?” and “Why doesn’t anyone notice me?” For each, I got thousands of results. And those are just the people who have momentarily given up. Most of the rest continue the desperate hunt, like crazed shoppers at a clearance sale, groping for any glimmer of limelight. It’s a new world of bloggers, web page hosts, and unsolicited reviewers who really want you to “click here to read more about me.”
Which brings us to my theory. Attention, I think, is a form of currency. And just as in the economies of most societies, a very tiny fraction of the group has somehow gathered most of the wealth. These are the obscenely affluent (celebrities, athletes, and other people I can’t identify, but who are known by just their first names), who have more attention than they know what to do with. They stare at us, month after month, from the covers of magazines. Their recent successes are trumpeted on the front pages of newspapers, thereby ensuring them even more success. They sell pictures of their newborns to weekly publications for millions of dollars, providing a healthy deposit on their next mansion or funding that weekend in Paris; these exclusives are paid for by the magazines’ advertisers, and ultimately, by their readers (who, it must be noted, are probably struggling to pay their mortgages and who flock daily to Facebook to see if anyone has commented on their photos of the family vacation to the local water park).
This leaves the majority of the population scrounging for any morsel of attention that may be lying around. Most find some, and trade it away for someone else’s morsel, an emotional barter system that serves, at least, to reassure its participants that they exist. And then there are those of us living at the poverty level, for whom, if attention were food, we would be dead.
What’s driving the system? Why can’t we spread the wealth? As with any currency, there’s just so much attention to go around. A few people are lucky to be born into a wealthy family and have the right kind of looks. That’s all it takes. Others got a big movie role, or are really good at hitting or kicking a ball, or did something to get themselves on television (and that can be almost anything these days). The middle class — the biggest chunk of people — have to work for the little attention they can find. And it’s just a sad fact of life that a few of us are going to be left holding the empty bag. Not such a big deal, once we understand what’s going on. It isn’t us. It isn’t even them. It just is.
Still, it would be nice to connect with some of my fellow Invisibles. We could compare notes, trade cookie recipes, pull our heads off for each other. Who knows? I just might be sparking a small wildfire here. Maybe I’ll hear from thousands, even millions, of people. More likely, it’ll be twelve. Or zero. But I’m okay with that. Even Captain America has a secret identity.
Mitch
May 13, 2010
Well, I’m going to say that if you’re looking to stay invisible, you’re going to do a bad job with it per this blog.
I think this post, and the others I’ve read so far, are engaging. At some point you’ll be found; probably. You’re going to have to go a couple of steps to break anonymity.
First, add at least “some” color or something eye catching here; maybe an image.
Second, now that you’re a blogger, you’re going to have to get out there and comment on some blogs. The blog I’m highlighting here, for instance, is fairly popular, and it has something called CommentLuv attached to it. That means people see you comment and they also see the last blog post you wrote, and if it intrigues them they’ll pop over to see what you’re writing about, and possibly comment. Not always, of course, but it’s the process of getting started and hoping to at least capture someone’s attention.
You’re correct, though, all of us need some kind of attention, otherwise we feel like we’re just floundering. Yet we don’t want it all the time. I thank my wife at least once a week for being an independent soul, yet being here for me when I need her; she does the same. And frankly, if that was all the attention I got, it just might be enough.
“Might”, that is. 🙂
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bronxboy55
May 13, 2010
Thanks for the kind words, Mitch, and for the suggestions. I’ll certainly do some decorating soon, but I thought I’d build the walls first and see if they stayed up.
Your wife sounds like a special person, and a great partner. I’m sure she’d say the same about you.
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Margaret Reyes Dempsey
February 7, 2011
I’m enjoying “Charles – The Early Blogging Months.” As they say, “you’ve come a long way baby.” I don’t mean your writing, which is absolutely brilliant and has been from your very first post (and long before that I’m sure). I’m referring to your visibility. There’s something reassuring about watching your progress from post to post. You’re my blogging role model. Thanks.
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bronxboy55
February 7, 2011
Margaret, we can be blogging buddies, and I think we already are. But role model? I don’t even know what I’m doing. It is nice to know somebody is reading, though, isn’t it?
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Joseph M Kurtenbach
October 30, 2011
Hi Charles, I added a link for your blog to my own very young blog’s recommended list this morning, and decided to come back to your blog beginnings and start to work my way through your extraordinarily entertaining collection. And I run across this gem from the past. Boy, does it make me smile, not only because I can really, really relate to what you’re saying, being one of the Invisibles myself, but also because of the recent overwhelming attention you’ve been getting being Freshly Pressed and all. I’m really happy for you all around, and I know you live with an attitude of gratitude no matter how much or how little attention you’re receiving at any given moment. All the best to you!
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bronxboy55
January 23, 2013
Joseph, how ridiculous that you wrote such a kind and thoughtful comment and I seem to have ignored it for fifteen months. Please know that I just noticed it, and only because I received a comment from that other invisible guy, Wyrd Smythe. Much too late, but thank you.
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Wyrd Smythe
January 22, 2013
I can relate. I’ve been getting ever more invisible at work. It’s kinda weird.
But you know, all that invisibility… it vanishes real quick when you try to use it to sneak into the girls’ locker room.
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bronxboy55
January 23, 2013
Vanishing invisibility — time for another post? I think you should write it.
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Wyrd Smythe
January 23, 2013
The title of which really has to be, “Can you see me now?”
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marymtf
February 5, 2013
Had there been twitter or instagramming when you wrote this post you would have had loads of attention and friends. As it is, you’ll have to put up with us.
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bronxboy55
February 6, 2013
Too much attention can be unhealthy, too. That elusive balance seems to be the key.
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icedteawithlemon
October 21, 2014
There are some people–Paris Hilton, Snooki, and Kim Kardashian immediately come to mind–who seem to be famous for being famous and have garnered more than their fair share of the attention wealth. First their sex tapes are “accidentally” released, then they act really, really dumb, and then they sign multi-million-dollar book deals. If that’s the formula for success, then I’d rather spend my days within the ranks of the Invisibles (much better company!). You, Charles, are certainly are no longer invisible–but Captain America in disguise? I could believe that.
By the way, I love the movie Beetlejuice. Does that make me even weirder than you already suspected?
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icedteawithlemon
October 21, 2014
And there’s another dang typo!
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