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“If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.” ~ C.S. Lewis

Here we are already in the beginning of June of 2014.

It seems crazy, doesn’t it to already get close to the halfway point that would be the finishing of this year. Before we all know it, we will be back in that holiday spirit of love and kindness and of course gifts.

But until that time when things are filled with laughter and love, I get to deal with people who are filled with crazy and extreme butthurt.

My opinion burst onto the scene recently on Facebook and it seems as if it has not been the most popular thing around. To the point that I am now “banned” from posting on Facebook pages.

I honestly don’t understand this. I’ve appealed but I doubt it will do any good. All because I stated an opinion that was not popular. I have talked about this in previous blog posts.

So now people are butthurt because whatever it was that I said, made them go whining to their “Facebook mommy” to tattle on me that I am being mean.

The truth hurts. And it hurts deep. I find it in the very least amusing that everyone  can scream “don’t judge!” and expect their opinions to be safe and secure, as if their words are securing and sealing the fact that what they speak cannot be debated.

And if someone comes up with an idea that is opposite of theirs, then automatically they are WRONG. This is the wonderful life that we live in the United States of America it appears as of lately. We can think/say what we want, but if it clashes with other people… we’re suddenly and automatically wrong?

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot, over?

All of these experiences boil down to one rhetorical question: Who died and made YOU king/queen??

I guess that it can be said that there really are some stupid people out there. People who just never are playing with a full deck.

And there’s nothing that you can do about it. They are out there. They will show up. And they will annoy the shit out of you.

Question is… how are you going to deal with it? hqdefault

Over the weekend… I received two separate text messages. One talked about “Under” which is apparently their way of  saying “Thunder” and how there was a storm approaching them. The second message was more of an announcement that they just experienced a bowel movement that apparently they thought should be written down for prosperity reasons.

Seriously people?

#1- Learn to speak. ESPECIALLY in a text message. But make sure that whatever it is that you are saying is legit and reasonable and relating to that person’s interest. I realize that saying “Under” has some nostalgic value, but only when it is verbalized and never via a text message.
#2- NEVER discuss your “bathroom business” with anyone… no matter how close you think you are. Honestly, nobody wants to hear that!!!

Stupid is as stupid does.

Sending me a text message that you just gave your dog a bath is nothing that can be related to when it comes out of nowhere. It is also useless, stupid, and juvenile, as well as annoying to be sending such a message at 3:40 AM.

Asking what t-shirt size I am at 7:30 AM is also not a good idea.

How the heck do I get away from this? Where’s the Calgon???

The fact of the matter is that there’s stupid behavior everywhere and it will be manifested from people that often times you care about and love. And it makes it all that much harder to deal with when it does come from people that you care about. It leaves you shaking and scratching your head, and wondering if they suffered a recent crack to the head.

So even though it is Monday, I am sooooooooooo ready for it to be over with. I want my respite. I want my day of peace already.

And in the name of all things holy, pure, and loving…. GIVE ME CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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“If it was legal to shoot all of the stupid people in the world, we would run out of bullets.”~ Dambreaker

This morning, I strolled on over to the corner store. I went up the hill and some random guy shouted at me asking if I wanted any help getting to the top of the hill.

Before I could politely decline, this very muscle-bound man came up behind me and shoved me over the top of the hill and then he kept going even when I was on level ground again.

It was like being blasted like a rocket into outer space.

Sometimes I allow people to help, sometimes I do not.

So then he wanted to know what the reasons were that I was in a wheelchair. And I told him.

His response was the worst thing that I have ever heard in my entire life!!!!

He told me that he couldn’t understand how I could live my life this way, being stuck in a wheelchair all day and night for the rest of my life.

Honestly, when I explain my disability, I do not normally expect people to have that light turn on and they fully understand what all I have to go through every day of my life. What he said next, ruined my entire day.

He honestly looked me in the face and said that he could never life the rest of his life in a wheelchair, and that he would just kill himself before he was confined to a wheelchair like that.

I was filled with shock, rage, and disbelief.

I asked him if he felt that was his solution. If people that live in wheelchairs should just kill themselves.

And then the rage and disbelief continued to grow.

He said with a straight face that he just couldn’t understand why more people don’t do it.

I told him a story about a man who was born in Austria who would eventually become the leader of a country called Germany in the 1930’s. That man also had the same solution. He called it the Final Solution.

Yes, I compared him to Adolf Hitler. Although Hitler’s rage was more focused on the Jewish and other classes of society. But he did exterminate and kill anyone who were in wheelchairs and were physically disabled as well.

Before he had time to react, I told him that he simply needed to go away and leave me alone.

I did have my 23” broken hockey stick with me. And yes, I could have chosen to smack him with it. But because of his muscle bound body, I felt that I would have lost that battle.

Now I have really heard some stupid things from people who do not understand the life that I have to live. And I’ve probably heard every little joke, insult, or remark in the book. And I’ve learned to just roll my eyes. But this one? It hurt. And it hurt a lot.

I came home. Began to cry, and ended up falling asleep for about an hour. I woke up, still angry at the guy. And I really do not wish to ever see him again.

It is like this guy’s brain wasn’t attached to his spinal cord. There’s a reason why there is a brain inside of his skull and its not to fill up the space inside. And why he chose not to use it before he opened his mouth is beyond me. disabled-veteran

Why should I kill myself? Why should anyone with a disability kill themselves?

And what of our nation’s veterans. Ironically those people who have fought and sacrificed their limbs so this guy can keep his freedoms to say stupid things like that?

Should they kill themselves as well because they are now in wheelchairs for defending our country?

The bottom line answer is not just no but HELL NO!

I’ve talked about thinking before you speak, and this is an excellent example of that NOT happening at all!

I have tough skin, but this time it broke through. And I really shouldn’t have to put up with that kind of immaturity and stupidity.

There’s nothing wrong with me that I should have to die. Just because I do not walk and often appear that I may be having trouble getting up hills. Good grief!!!

So this guy is a complete and total douchebag. And who knows what his deal is? Having to say something like probably just to make himself feel better?? Nobody will ever know.

But I am NOT going to throw in the towel like that. You can just screw off if you think like that. We have enough difficulty as it is, we don’t need your psychological stupidity on top of it.