Yesterday I talked about being the “dark”, a place that I go alone when I’m angry and feel cheated by life. Truth is I’m not cheated by anything. I chose to ride a motorcycle 22 years ago in horrible conditions when I wasn’t experienced enough to be doing so which resulted in me wrecking and becoming paralyzed. I pay for that decision 24/7 – 365 and will do so for the rest of my life no matter what happens. Prison isn’t even that harsh, my sentence was instant with no jury, and I have zero chance at parole. I accept all of that because it simply is the reality I have.
I didn’t plan to say all that, but it just came out. I just type what my brain thinks and that that is what you get to read when I post these. When I’m in the “dark” as I call it I don’t spend the time sitting in a corner feeling sorry for myself. I simply can’t and you shouldn’t either. I work. I spent time cleaning my bedroom, bathroom, and living room this past weekend while being very aware of how much time I was up in my wheelchair. The pressure sore dictates that, but I also swapped out my cushion for a heavier, but much better one for skin care which I should have done 4 weeks ago, but I never thought about it. Again I accept responsibility for the problems I face.
Blaming nurses, doctors, or the hospital in my case only leads to anger and frustration which makes solving my hardship nearly impossible. You can always find someone to point the finger at. How many problems do you solve while angry??? Well besides silencing a crap talker. Man I miss punching deserving people in the face. 
You can also go to a punk rock shows for 2 hours of mosh pit madness to release a lot of aggression. One time we actually fought the band once at the Ogden in Denver. That was an awesome show I saw with two Daves, a Skot, and Uncle John Jameson. Anyway. Violence is bad or something.
Here is the ultimate point. Do something. Keep moving no matter how slow it is. I fixed my wheelchair while in bed leaning to the side staying off my skin. I could have been crying, cursing (still was just at the chair instead of God and Big Bang Theory), or trying to ruin other people’s weekend because I was having a hard time. That would have been completely pointless and stupid. I have wanted to fix a bracket on my chair for months, but couldn’t find or make the time. It took me HOURS, but I finally got it perfect and makes I’m so darn happy. I didn’t plan that. It just became because I just kept doing.
The light doesn’t just show up. Nope. There is always work involved. Luckily I learned as a kid that work was good, setbacks are normal, and I had to rely on myself before crying to others. If you work even a tiny tiny bit the light will come. The strength will come. Each time the strength grows. The confidence grows. The happiness grows. Wait for it….. YOU GROW!!
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Alright I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, down in my heart. Ha ha. Just kidding its more like the rage, rage, rage down in my fist. I’m foaming at the mouth, trying to get this beat my head against the wall frustration out of my system. I’m baffled that the world is full of so many stupid, stupid, one more time stupid people. That came out wrong. What I meant to say is “Jessica Alba is freaking hot.” 
kiss your own ass. Don’t worry this will be easy because your head is already stuck firmly up in there. I just wanted you to pull over in case you enjoy it. Ewww.
chew your head off like Rick ate that bastard on the walking dead. Let me make this perfectly clear. There is NO FAST LANE. It is a passing lane. That means you pass the car in front of you and then your get out of that lane. I don’t care if you are doing 10,000 miles an hour. Pull left, pass car, and then get back over to the right. I might be doing 10,010 miles an hour and I don’t want to slow down because you’re an idiot.
then that car will speed slightly up and extend this little auto line dance on down the freeway. Meanwhile me and the 27 other cars stuck behind your dumbass are thinking about how we can build a time machine, travel back to the 1800’s, and kill your entire bloodline. Thats right by this time killing you isn’t good enough. I want the whole family, the history of your family, and that girl you hooked up with in college just in case her out of wedlock kid might be yours.
FknBucky 