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Don't Feel Sorry for Me

I don't know how to take the spitfire out of my tone today, so I'm just gonna go with it.

Fuck you, guy who demanded high fives from me as I was going about my day. Who the the hell thinks that just because I'm in a wheelchair I need dumb little cheers to power through life? I don't understand. What's sad about sitting 80% of the time? I never get blisters on my feet and I've never had the misfortune of stepping on a LEGO block so I'm pretty sure I win. And before some jerk tries to tell me he was just being friendly, can it. This has happened to me a few times. I know what it looks like. The weird tone, the huge cheesy smile, and "You can do it!" type replies.

Fuck off.

I'm tired guys. I mentally block out a lot of the crap that I go through. Idiots cut off my path the the elevator and steal it, and I just forget about it. Creeps ask to pray for my cure and I drive off.


But on occasion I reach my boiling point and a small interaction will piss me off for days. God damn it.

Can people just see me as an adult?

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