I was once talking to my brother about my upcoming surgery to have my foot amputated. He said I should get into shape and enter the special olympics. I said "You mean the paralympics?" "Same difference."
I was annoyed not just because he didn't seem to understand the difference between the two, but that since I would soon have the necessary prerequisite (physical disability) to enter the paralympics, I should automatically want to......
Also, there was one time I was at the grocery store in my wheelchair and when I was heading to the checkout lanes, an old woman, who was standing at the end of the lane, saw me and asked me if I needed help getting my groceries out of the basket and onto the conveyor belt. I said No, I got it. She then insisted that she help me. I said "NO, I don't need help!" She still didn't listen and took my basket and said Oh, you're just like my husband. He doesn't like it when I help him either.
It took a LOT of effort to not yell at her. I didn't say anything because if I did, I would have yelled. I really wish I could have said "You're really pissing me off! Not just because I don't want you to help, but that you REFUSE TO LISTEN TO ME AND RESPECT MY ANSWER!! !! !! !! !"
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Standing on the fringes of life... offers a unique perspective. But there comes a time to see what it looks like from the dance floor.
---- Stephen Chbosky
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