Daily Archive for May 10th, 2007

You’re Not The Girl For Me

Really, it’s not that you’re big enough to toss me across the room in one of your fits of rage. It has nothing to do with the tattoos or the fact that you shave daily. It’s just that we were not meant for each other. It’s not you, it’s me. I can’t commit.

The difficulty I’m having at the moment is telling an interest that I’m not interested while preserving my physical safety. But every reason I’ve come up with doesn’t roll off my tongue the way I wish it to.

No. I can’t afford fees for the eventual restraining orders. No, I can’t go out with you. I’m not happy with long distance relationships. When you go to back to prison I’d be so lonely. No, really, I like all three of your hoods in the making. They’re adorable little criminals really they are. Continue reading ‘You’re Not The Girl For Me’

It Never Crossed My Mind

Not until I’m directly affected by an issue does my attention turn towards that cause. I never really paid much attention to accommodations for people with a physical disability until I depended upon those accommodations and they weren’t there. Now, I notice when a company doesn’t fill its legal obligation to allow reasonable access for the disabled.

I went shopping at a local store that has the absolute freshest herbs in the city as well as hard to find items. The section of the city is called a cultural district but when I was stuck at the top of two flights of stairs with no way to get down I had other names for them. I had my herbs in a basket. I looked down the stairs and thought to myself, there is no way in hell I’m getting back down safely with this basket in my hands. I sent a lady down to get Blossom. She said, “What does she look like?” I told her and then added, “She has a 60’s look to her.” The lady laughed out loud and said, “That could be anyone in this store.” I agreed. Continue reading ‘It Never Crossed My Mind’

If I’d Been A Biker or Runner

The other day I wished this house didn’t have so many levels. Two levels is one too many when the cat escapes and runs up a flight of stairs to your roommates area refusing to budge. Had she run outside I would have gone after her but she ran up 15 steps to the top level. I remember thinking, “Ahh Damn! Of all places to run.” I left her up there. She eventually came home. It’s not like I could go up and get her. I tossed pieces of liver up there hoping to peak her interest but Bella didn’t care. She wasn’t budging. I just went back to my area, closed the door and figured she’d come down on her own. This event was only a few days after getting stuck at the store because of the stairs.

Today in therapy Dr. T and I discussed my declining mobility. I realized the other day that the only thing that depresses me is the limited use of my hands. With limited use of them I can only do so much painting and so much baking. Those two things bring me the most happiness. But had I been a biker or a runner, had my main source of happiness come from a physical activity I believe my outlook would be much different. Continue reading ‘If I’d Been A Biker or Runner’