They threw garbage at me. They spit, cursed, and ranted. I couldn’t go anywhere without hearing my name preceded by a number of foul words. In fact, my dog received kinder treatment that I did. Figure that, my dog a step higher than me on the social ladder.
Then one day I woke up and they had all forgotten me. I could walk through streets without being physical harmed anymore.
God, it was horrible.
The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.
At least when they berated me I knew my existence affected them in some way.
Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde