I'm Attracting More Crazies!

I know I've blogged about this subject before, but it's worth mentioning again because it's so goddamned annoying. The subject: What is it about my wheelchair that attracts all the crazies?!

Now in the "crazies" defense, I'm aware that my wheelchair puts me in the particular life-experience group that gives me a broader/more sympathetic outlook on people. It's true. After years of being disabled, you learn a lot about humanity and what makes people tick. And what's the biggest lesson I've learned? Most people are cruel. It's true, and to be even more honest, I hate typing this down because I'm afraid it'll pin me as a cynical cripple, but I'm all about honesty, people. What's the point of blogging if you can't use this amazing format for some good use?

How are cruel people and "crazies" connected? Well, the crazies are used to being treated like utter shit by most of society. They're either ignored, ridiculed, or worse (if anything is worse than those two things). But at the end of the day, crazy people need love and acceptance too. And that's why they come to me. They think I'll be their friend, date them, or even have sex with them. To sum up, not only do they think I'm nicer because of my disability, they think I'm desperate. A wheelchair MUST make me desperate for love and affection too, right?

Ummm yeah, wrong.

I wish these folks would consider the fact that I may just be a heinous bitch, who's just as mean as everyone else walking down the street. I'm not, but I could be, and if they considered that they'd at least be expressing the ability to stop pigeon-holing people with disabilities. That'd make me pleased as punch.

So, to the crazy guy with one leg who met me at a concert last week and wants to "do" me, please, leave me alone. I've got a man, and despite what Positive K may say, he's got everything to do with you.