GINGER WROTE: Formerly, old ladies smiled at me, old men winked at me, children wanted to hold my hand, men my age flirted with me, younger men stared at me.  Bag boys were eager to bag, customer service reps were eager to serve. Yes, formerly, the world was a nicer, happier, more accomodating place. Living in the land of “the invisible,” is requiring quite a bit of adjustment on my part. I’ve lost my confidence, my joie de vivre.  “What’s the point of getting involved in life?” I ask myself, “when no one really wants to be near me anymore?”