Yesterday someone told me "You're too young to be in a wheelchair. I think this is so sad." I offered up "It's better than the alternative, which was death." The third person in the elevator made agreement noises.
"No, I'm sad for you. It's Christmas and you're in a chair and it's sad."
Luckily we got to the BART station about then and I was able to escape.
I don't want people to look at me and get sad.
It really is better than the alternative.
It makes me so fucking angry. I must have talked myself out of it yesterday, but I feel it now.
THIS is the flipside of being an "inspiration".
FUCK YOU RANDOM STRANGER WITH YOUR CLOYING PITY! I AM A REAL PERSON, NOT SOME SORT OF TINY TIM MEANT TO CARRY A CHRISTMAS MESSAGE!