In Plain Sight

“I am an invisible man. No, I am not a spook like those who haunted Edgar Allen Poe; nor am I one of your Hollywood-movie extoplasms. I am a man of substance, of flesh and bone, fiber and liquids — and I might even be said to possess a mind. I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves, or figments of their imagination — indeed, everything and anything except me.” ― Ralph Ellison

Of all my powers, invisibility is by far my least favorite. You may think it would be cool to be able to sneak into a movie, or slink around and spy on people and listen to their conversations.  In reality, it's just not all it's cracked up to be.  The most annoying thing about it is that it's hard to control.  It almost seems random - sometimes when I try to activate it, it doesn't work at all.  Sometimes I can only invoke a sort of partial cloaking device.  Then sometimes it's triggered without me even knowing it, and at the least desirable times.  Perhaps I just need more practice with it.

It's a great, or, dare I say, a necessary attribute for God.  But, when push comes to shove, I'm pretty sure I'd rather be seen.

Just a thought; that's all.