If you are a wheelchair user, you would probably have the same comments and questions all the time. I actually don't mind them, they make me giggle and it's a great setup for me to crack a joke. The most common comment is (a random walks up to me while I'm trying to get drunk in peace) "I'm really glad to see you out. You really inspire me". Now correct me if I'm wrong, but are they suggesting that disabled people can't/don't go out for a good time? I usually reply by saying "Thank you, I didn't feel like staying at home and feeling sorry for myself, like I do every other night" in a smirky kinda voice, followed by a laugh.
I'm quite the skinny mofo, but cmon.... When I keep hearing, "do you go for physical therapy?" I want to go crazy!!!! Now before my accident I was a lazy shit, who would rather vegetate than search for a remote control. Nothings changed people..... I'm STILL lazy.
The most common question of all, "What happened?" I absolutely love this question. On a first impression, I can come up with any answer my sick imagination allows, and look like a real bad ass while doing it. "I was walking in a dark ally when 211 men attacked me. I fought off 210 of them (blind folded) and the last one ran away. unfortunately for me I then slipped on a puddle of blood, falling and breaking my neck. Ok! I don't quite go that overboard, but I have used "I was attacked by a shark". "I was muffing a giraffe and it kicked me" and my favorite "I was skydiving and the shute didn't open". You will be very surprised at how many people believe the last one. Cripple people don't lie/joke after all ;)
Look at this number on Melissa. MMMHHMMMM
Why am I posting pics of myself when it has nothing to do with the post? well.... My goal through my blog is to show people with disabilities that life carries on. I may talk a lot of shit, but in the end if I can get one disabled person to go out who usually doesn't. Then I've done my job.
Balls to the wall
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