Auto Accident Aftermath
These past few days, I've been struggling with my body but also with this: my faith in the goodness of humanity is constantly being destroyed and restored in thousands of crazy, manic, bipolar ways.
For every person who bumps into me thoughtlessly there is someone who offers their subway seat. And I hadn't encountered any hostility towards my disabled state until today; in Trader Joe's this man was horribly very very mean to me over the strategic placement of my shopping cart, of all things. In any other situation this guy would still be an Ass Monkey Extraordinaire, since the lines are always terribly long and one must maneuver as best they can. But, c'mon shithead, I have use of one arm! I don't give even one tiny shit if you have to go around the enormous line, you have no right to be a fuckwad and bump my cart and snottily retort that I'm in your way. This is a person who truly deserves to be hit by a car. If my reflexes were better, I would have run over his foot with my cute little red trolley.
C'est la vie.
What I'm truly pissed about is that I can't go back to yoga or swimming or really much of anything for at least 2 months. I'm going to be a huge fat ass just in time for the summer, hallelujah.
On the bright side, people who are kind make me want to write letters to the editor of every paper in the city thanking them for caring. Because of all the places I love, this city is on the very top of my list- but it's also one of the saddest, most self-indulgent places in the world.
Which is why I am going to the Phillippines to find Anna this summer, and then we are going to Thailand to lay on the pristine beaches (and not get arrested for drug smuggling a la more than a couple Hollywood flicks).
In the end, ain't life grand?
It seems it's always worth getting back up after you've been plowed down.
xoxoxoBon
posted by sissie @ 8:29 PM
1 Comments:
I would have kicked that fucker from here to Brunei, and let him get beat up by their rich, oil-laden cops.
(I don't actually know if their cops beat people up a lot, but they are rich and oil-laden. And a lot of other SE Asian police forces beat people up as well.)
Are you noticeably disabled? Like is your arm in a sling? Because if so I wish the infinitely nice TJ's people had kicked him out of the place for being such an ass! That is definitely not in the spirit of Trader Joe's, or of mankind.
On the other hand, you are going to the Philippines! And that is maybe the most rad thing ever. Who cares if you are fat? At least no one there will mistake you for a cheap hooker...
And remember, I am coming to live with you this summer too! And to take care of you, and kill the people who hurt you. :) I'm like a hitman, only not so hairy and greasy and guido-y.
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