Awkward Turtle...

     Hello again all! So, the blog, at the time of writing this is at over 5,566 views. Thanks to all my family,friends, and followers for viewing. Now to another story...

     If you read some of my earliest posts, you'd know about one of my regulars at the bakery, I shall dub "turtle guy" for obvious reasons, the guy nowadays orders turtle lattes. Well, knowing that he has tried to give me a back handed compliment in the past...See http://lindsayslifewithcp.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-reason-i-wrote-this-blog.html I try to avoid, when possible.

     Yesterday though, I has gotten there maybe an hour before turtle guy came in, was seeing what else we could condense around the front of the counter, as one of our newest-really good people I have no nickname for yet, so I shall dub thee the sat. afternoon, "Coffee Queen"-seriously, she's good, had already waited on him, and thankfully making the turtle for him, and given it to him. As he was exiting the building, finally, I might add, he-turtle guy, comes up over my left shoulder, and quietly says, "You know, this turtle is good, but it's still not as good as when you make it, or you're telling someone how to make it*walks off out the building, chuckling as he went*" I, look over behind the counter, frozen, glancing from 17 year-old Wonder to Coffee Queen, all three of us with the same "What Just Happened?" look.

     What I wanted to explain to that freakishly awkward turtle guy was that he was again being slightly insulting to my training methods, as guess who was walking the Coffee Queen through some of her earliest drinks? That's right, me! Frankly I see no reason to hover over anymore, she's got it. Secondly, Coffee Queen is one of my Co-worker-y friends, that statement made me mad, besides being extremely uncomfortable, and there's no point in explaining it to him, as it would've gone right over his head. That and all I could do was say "thanks..." and freeze-cuz it's just not worth it, ya know?

     Instead I waited till he left, and the door shut, rushed around the counter, and told them what he had said, because that's what I do, when I'm freakishly creeped out by some disability enthusiast...

Classy

     I don't know about you, but I love going out to breakfast every once in a while, by myself, I find it positively to be great people watching. Today though, it began to occur to me, how much of what people talk about, is actually kept classy. I usually don't mean to eavesdrop, but today, I was sitting at a booth when three meatheads we shall dub " 1,2, &3" start making a ruckus. (They seriously don't deserve a pseudonym-here's why)  1 starts talking about a circa 2003 show called "The OC " to his friends, and tells them it's like a modern day soap opera (apparently "Days of Our Lives, Young and the Restless" are set in  1912 now-oh wait, that's "Downton Abbey"-meatheads...) and that it's so funny and filled with drama, and then he says to the other two "and I'm just like bang her", repeatedly for about two minutes, until2&3 laugh out of nervousness that he's being overheard *hmm? Gee, IDK*

     Let's talk about what's wrong with that phrase "bang her"...For one it's violent, encourages brutality towards women. I would say objectifies women, but one could argue that he used "her"? I think to myself, how old are you? Can you not say sex? In the off chance that as you also said "getting some", are you old enough that saying "sex" is still a "no-no"? If you don't know that soap operas are for the most part modern day settings, even if created before you were born, what women are actually having sex with you? Are you trying to make yourself appear to be heterosexual(fine whatevs you are) by saying things like "bang her" and "getting some".

     I may be fat and unattractive to you, but can you even spell "unattractive"? As such I didn't, explain that I overheard all their ruckus, and I know calling them 1,2, and 3 is in fact objectifying them, so whatevs, everybody's a hypocrite, but my objectifying was because they are so low in my opinion, they earn no pseudonym-you understand, right?

Classy...

Misunderstanding Please...

So if you've wondered why I've been so cryptic, or not so much...It's because I think there was a HUGE misunderstanding, I hope, in my life. It all started out like this.

Towards the beginning of the month, I get a filtered Facebook message from a stranger we shall dub "Teddy". I ignored it, as it was not someone I knew, nor was it anyone I went to high school with. But like an idiot I got curious and opened the message. In it Teddy put something along the lines of I have CP, I know ____________, maybe we can talk and get to know each other. Thinking it was a really dedicated scammer, I asked ______________, if Teddy was a real person? They replied favorably, so I thought I would reply, not once in either of the late night messaging convos did they use my first name, no, it was beautiful, babe or hun. Teddy did say that ______________ thought we would get along, I replied, I get along with a lot of people with CP through #CPChatNow, are you on twitter, of course not, but I really wanted to reach out to someone with CP, include them in the community I'd found on there...Well needless to say, I eventually asked Teddy, So how do you know _________________? Well turns out, it's a Facebook only friendship, now bear in mind I do have the #CPChatNow Ceeps-as we sometimes refer to ourselves, if you look back in the tweets, that I consider to be cyber friends of mine, but we use each other's names, and didn't ask each other about what the other thinks of serious relationships right off the bat, prefaced with a "Babe", commonly know as a pig to my generation-don't ever expect me to answer any of you if you call me that...

Back to my story, this was not someone I met through #CPChatNow, this was a cyber friend of my dear dear person to me, and while I still love ___________. I did block Teddy, and so far the creeper has not texted me(Yes, I somehow fathomed it was a good idea to give out my cell to a stranger-dumb...) I hope they don't text me, and I now know to ask people "Do you know whatever whatsmynameson, in real life, and make sure you all know I don't have time for a serious relationship-at least not without them being a solid dependable, real-life, very special friend first-so it's gonna be a few years, try, or more after the few...And what ______ PROBABLY meant was get along as friends, but Teddy probably jumped ahead.Especially since _____________ knows I grew up in the able-bodied world,have able-bodied real-life friends, and don't have to date someone with CP, and especially not based on CP alone, that's just offensive, and ____________ would never do that to me.


Lesson learned.

Dear Big Brother...

  
     As I said briefly in "childhood" http://lindsayslifewithcp.blogspot.com/2015/05/childhood.html you never once considered taking it easy on me. You were always there for me, you always are there for me though miles apart. You never once let me pretend I was the pink ranger, until I was one for Halloween, and they actually got a blonde pink ranger. While singing along to the Spice Girls, you were always the Ginger  to my Baby.
  
     Yes even while playing with dolls with me, you made sure it was kept classy, and had the plot line like of one of your future favorite soap operas, minus the aliens(I called it!)...We've had many a talk, and many a "Holiday Season"-ish moments.

     Who else helped me practice solos in the basement on the organ, made the minor bullies hush up, and scared the crap out of guys for a split second, when they had bad aim, for me-without even making a threat, I might add.
   
     Yes, I am not meant to be an only child, and it's because of you dear brother.



     You also applauded me when I started writing this lil' blog, that's now at over 5,000 views, and that's without promotion.Not to mention sent me stories about male porn stars with CP, for inspiration for blogs...That was also my dearest big brother.

                                            I know we don't talk much, but I love you.

It's Been A Few Months...

     Sorry all, I suck at keeping this current lately, but with 2 jobs, working out, taking care of myself,living, eating, & most importantly deep sleep during heavy rain storms... Well, I got kinda busy. I'm fine, just extremely busy. But not too busy to write you all.

     The reason I wrote this blog, was because I was angry, I need a voice, my voice, and I've found that, largely to the rare criticism from the person that voted libertarian-so one I can largely ignore, people love my voice as is. With that said, when I was 21, it was a whole other story.

     Let me set the tone of my actual story...
It was a dark, quiet night at the youth shelter I worked at, almost 11pm, but after 10:45pm, as I was always 15 minutes early, if it was only 10, I got phone calls as I was driving in my green Ford Taurus I named "Auggie"(yes, two "g"s, it looked cuter that way), anywho, I arrived like I did every Wed.-Fri. night, with alternating Tues. night. Like any other shift, I had the same three male co-workers, I always had. The one whose comment has any impact on this blog, shall be dubbed "Fred"(not his real name). He was 27 at the time, six years older than I. Fred also thought this was of great merit, forgetting the fact that males have scientifically, and we have been taught in health/science classes, that males mature at a slower rate than females, so I'd give Fred one or two years on me? (Not to offend my male readers). But for some reason, Fred, the particular night I'm thinking of that has me so aggravated, decided to talk down to me, as I was single, and that diptydoo knew it, cuz he asked, and I told him, I was not in a relationship, what I actually had told him was that I was not even looking, so I did not even consider myself single.

     So the three diptydoos, started questioning my sexuality, if I was a lesbian (again no offense), or asexual (no offense), but I explained that I was neither, but rather straight, just not interested/looking for a relationship at that time. After, he explained that he was in a relationship with a 29 year old, had sex,and knew what love was, so I was not truly an adult.

     I looked him directly in Fred's brown eyes, as he was sitting right across the desk from me and explained, that while no, I had not had sex, I was actually mature enough to know many things about relationships and love and was just a 21 year old adult.I told him I was not ready to die and become one half of we. He laughed, as most a diptydoo would. First and foremost that in order to be a part of a couple that is actually in love, there is no I, only we, every thought, decision, impacts you both. You do not just say I can/'t, it's always we can/'t,, that the commitment is to be for forever, that if your not in a good relationship to begin with, neither sex or marriage  matter, I explained that I was not willing to do this yet, I was not willing to let my singular I turn into we, or in other words, I was not willing to die and transform into a we. After repeating my tag line, Fred's eyes seemed to have deviated from his previous notions about me, and were now gazing longingly into my hazel eyes-which if I remember that night were particularly flecked with green, so I was told. #micdrop

     So I quickly told him to not give me that look, then mimicked his gaze, that before I said not to, all three diptydoos were gazing at me, and quickly denied it, as at least 2/3 diptydoos that night had known girlfriends.

     My point is this, age does not always equal maturity or adulthood. It's all in how you act, case in point, I can think of at least one 17 year old that's probably far more mature than I.

     Also congrats to my dear cousin getting married later this month, I am ever so happy for the both of you.