~Take this glass and...

I have actually had a rough time with dealing with other people's judgmental attitudes about my whole disability. It's not only a case of "I don't get it", but also a lot of projecting, based on outside appearances. I look ok, mostly. True, when there's blood all over me I don't look so ok, but if I'm not all cut up, I just look like a guy who's a little "alternative".

Time after time, I've been in the position with people (friends, relatives, strangers), of having to either justify myself or be subjected to completely idiotic rants of "Well, if you just weren't so negative" types of brain snot. You know... the whole half full glass thing.

A couple of years ago, I posted this on my message board (where people knew enough about my shit to have figured the point of the post out):

"On 9/11 - to those still suffering..."


Not many people understood what I was saying... they couldn't make the connection.


Recently, I was told that I'm a Writer.

This blog aside, I think that I'm going to stop trying to explain myself to people. I'm a Writer. Writers are testy. The rest is none of your fucking business.