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Special Needs, Indeed by Ray Printer Friendly

The other day, I saw a man in a wheelchair. He was morbidly obese, and he had no arms or legs.

One thing I want to get out of the way right now is that I have absolutely no doubt in my head if I would be strong enough to deal with a life situation like that. I mean, I hate being fat, but there's always that spark of hope in the back of my mind, you know? That I can start eating right, exercise daily, and eventually slim down to regular people size.

And maybe...maybe I could deal with having no arms and legs if I was otherwise attractive. Probably not, but maybe.

But if I was an incredibly overweight guy with no arms or legs, I wouldn't have the fortitude to carry on. I just wouldn't. I'd drive my little motorized wheelchair to whatever highest point I could find, and I'd drive it right off. Or I'd pay one of my friends to poison me.

Yes, these are the things I think about as I drive down the street. Chances are, if I've ever seen you, I've wondered if I could be you without killing myself. Most of the time, I could. I don't take the idea of ending my life lightly.

But straight up, I couldn't be a morbidly obese dude without arms or legs. I just couldn't handle it.

Sure the guy could eat better and maybe shed some pounds, but talk about an uphill battle. And I'm guessing that if you have no arms or legs, you have to find your pleasures where you can get them, so food is probably a very important part of your life. Obviously that's a statement made from ignorance, so if you're a no-armed, no-legged person who I just offended, sorry. Write me an email, we'll set up an interview or something, and then I'll publicly apologize.

But if I lost all my limbs, I would be incredibly bitter about it. I mean, I already want to burn down the world like, 56% of the time. Imagine how angry I would be if I lacked the ability to punch baby deer in the face. Don't look at me like that--how do you unwind at the end of a hard day, if you don't face-punch baby deer?

So I was thinking about how awful that must be, and I suddenly realized something--the dude was waiting at a bus stop.

I was floored. Because that guy can't use a bus. There's no ramp, there's nobody to carry him up the stairs or whatever, right? I know there are special transit buses, but I don't think they go to ordinary bus stops. Maybe I'm wrong.

Either way, that idea didn't even occur to me at the time--I just wanted to know how that guy was going to get on the bus.

And I thought this post was going to be a lot more interesting. Honestly, I just now remembered about the special transit buses. Before, I just figured he wanted to use a regular bus, and I had all these ideas about how it might work.

In retrospect, this entire post seems like a bad idea, and I should probably delete it. I won't, though, because it has been forever since I've posted anything, and I really need to get something up.

So now I'll just look like an idiot who writes half-assed posts about handicapped people (can you still say handicapped, I don't even know).

I probably deserve it, considering I was basing an entire post on discussing a fat guy with no arms or legs.

I'm a jerk.


Comments:
Entered By Diane From NH
2010-03-11 23:15:25

I figure we're all goin to hell so you might as well speak your mind. Probably every person that drove by that guy was wondering the same stuff.



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