Bleep!

I am guilty of making assumptions about people. I’m such a hypocrite!

That’s probably the worst part of being in my situation.  Strangers have come up to me and talked S-L-O-W-L-Y A-N-D D-E-L-I-B-E-R-A-T-E-L-Y, assuming that just because I’m in a wheelchair and need an iPad to speak, that I’m slow or incapable of thinking for myself.  It takes a while for me to type, so I can’t express what I’m thinking quickly, which, in hindsight, is probably for the best.  My parents or one of my sisters will come to my defense.

As I said, I feel like a huge hypocrite when I’ve thought how it’s what you have insidethat counts, but spend $200 or $300 at Anthropologie, or comment on someone’s lack of fashion sense. When someone is wearing horrible clothes (or at least, what I would consider horrible clothes), I assume lots of things: maybe they lost their job or maybe they have just given up.  But then later I remind myself of the old saying, When you assume, you make an a** out of you and me! So actually, I’m now doing what so bugs me when other people do it to me.

Yes, sometimes I’m made an a** out of!