Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Somebody asked me this morning, what was upsetting me. This may not be something you want to read. Every so often I get my bell rung. Not in the traditional sense. Yesterday I had an experience that reminded me why I fight. I don't want to is no longer a viable option. Why does a person's simple mistake enrage me? Ask. As a disabled person operating in an able-bodied world, sometimes simple mistakes cause me complications I can't fix on my own. Any trying to explain why each time is trying my every nerve. And when simple mistakes keep happening, I'm at a loss for nice words. I have a feeling I will be told that this happens to us all no matter who we are. However, when you live in a world that gives an impression that you are substandard, it's hard to just hear the "sorry". Maybe, I'm looking at it wrong, but we no longer seek compassion, discourse and humanity.