invisibility

The key to my existence, it seems.
If I don't leave that pan in the sink, if I make sure to empty the dishwasher even though I made supper too, if I put away my ginger ale can the second the last drop has touched my lips...if I leave no trace of myself behind, nobody will mind me around, in their space.
If I clean up and cook and buy food and buy gifts and take concise phone messages and put the cap back on the toothpaste and unpack boxes and rearrange the mess and park my car where it is most convenient for everyone else and do more than my share and never complain and never argue and always agree and agree and keep my mouth shut and pretend and pretend and pretend that everything is fine, nobody will notice that I am in the way.
Being overly conscientious means nobody can get frustrated or angry with you.
Or they don't voice it, anyway.
Good enough.