Sometimes I think that nobody notices what I do.
Other times I think that lots of people notice and I need to be more careful.
When I was a kid, my parents noticed everything I did because (1) they loved me, (2) they worried about me, and (3) I had a rare heart condition from birth.
Nobody notices me like my parents did, that’s for sure.
Sometimes I worry that nobody notices the awful things that are happening in my country; then, I notice that I’m not alone.
Nobody notices the mistakes I think I’m making whenever I create something new, like this blog post.
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Nobody notices a lot of those daily holidays, I assume.
Here’s what I find when I search for “nobody notices” on YouTube.
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If you think nobody notices your comments, I definitely do!
Thanks to all who notice, including YOU!
I try to be observant always, Ann.
I noticed, Mark!
I think we often have no idea who notices and who doesn’t and if someone doesn’t notice, then give them no notice! don’t spend time and energy on it in my case –
I always notice your helpful comments, beth.
Just try to remember on those days when you wear mismatching socks or your hair isn’t behaving as you wished it would that the mantra “nobody notices” is a good thing to have in your pocket. I’m just glad Mark doesn’t live in Madison. Do you? 🙂
Thanks for noticing, Barbara.
I notice you! I notice other things, too, but I always enjoy noticing you.
The feeling is mutual, my noticeably wonderful friend.
One of my favorite lines from Star Trek is Data’s description of friendship: “As I experience certain sensory input patterns my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The inputs eventually are anticipated and even missed when absent.” It sounds cold but it’s always appealed to me because it speaks to how we find comfort in the familiar.
Chris, your inputs are always anticipated and greatly missed when absent. 💙