Reflection from February 19th, 2013 @ Age 31
RE: THE END OF HARASSMENT ENDURED.
I woke up this morning feeling horrible, remembering what it used to feel like in college to have people look at me so weird. I didn’t know it at the time, but what they really meant to say to me was, “get out of the way you asshole. How dare you disturb my life of convenience with your incessant need to be pushed around in a wheelchair.” Of course, knowing not of the colossal assholes they themselves were, in even making such an assertion.
We only can be so innocent. Once you’ve turned that blind eye, innocent you’ve no longer become.
And so I awoke angry and tired, to gray skies and white, heavy snow-filled streets. I don’t know how much longer I can do this here as is. Something’s gotta give here soon, but I don’t know what it will be.