Progress Baby, Progress

My cognitive therapist tells me she thinks "a person who asks for help is stronger than a person who tries to do too much."  I might be quoting her wrong, but I take huge issue with this belief.  I think that the only way society progresses is  when one person tries, or a collection of people try, to do "too much".  As a society, I think we need to keep trying different things or we'd cease to progress.  I understand the value of understanding ones limitations, but we need to keep trying new things to redefine the limit.  As a generalization, I think people ask for help too much.

A wise man once told me you can tell a lot about a man by the way he treats animals.

Bring It On

I'm pretty motivated to become completely independent.  I take advantage of my physical strength to thrive in my therapies.  Some people in therapy are too old/weak to thrive the way I do.  Sometimes I feel like I was meant to have my accident.  Everything I've done in my life up to this point (completing a half-marathon, going through many all-nighters in grad. scool) has prepared me to take on these challenges.  I can handle anything, and I'll handle anything with ease.  That sounds arrogant, but I am very confident in myself, and I can take on ANY challenge presented before me.

As I watch a film on the universe, I realize how insignificant humans are.

Most people aren't as anal as me.

I suggest you see the film "69 Jump Street".

Look Closer

I've been thinking about myself lately.  I dress pretty simply and the person I present to the world is pretty simple, but as you get to know me, you realize I'm pretty complex.  A simlar concept applies to me in my wheelchair.  When one sees me initially, one probably assumes I'm a normal handicapped person.  As one gets to know me, one realizes I'm an extremely hard worker who's not complacent with being in my wheelchair.

I don't want to use my wheelchair.

I tend to portray a very positive person to the outside world, but I'm conflicted about my current situation.  I use my blog as a way to connect to the outside world, and I can't always relay positive and inspirational tidbits.  I recently wrote this in an e-mail to my friend:

Inside, I'm a very confident person.  I think I'm attractive, and I know I have a nice body, but I'm in a wheelchair.  The constant drive and determination I have wants me so bad to get out of my wheelchair.  I don't feel at all like a disabled person.  It's kind of hard being something I don't want to be.

What a shitty movie "Open Water" is. Don't ever watch this. It's as if the director made an effort to make this movie awful.

Some people enjoy spreading negativity. I try to avoid negativity at all cost. Negativity is similar to a disease. Negativity eats at your soul.

Every romantic comedy I've ever seen sucks dick.

I think I enjoy diet water more than anyone I know.

I realize I don't really have a reason to hate anyone. Nobody has ever done anything terrible to me. Nobody has ever murdered anybody close to me (fingers crossed), or nobody has ever anally raped me (fingers crossed).

Bancroft failed to tell me my house manager (a straight pimp) would run a brothel at 61 Dey Rd. (I'm just kidding.)

I hate the world view that lumps Islam in with terroristm. I have a friend who's a Muslim, and she's such an awesome, selfless person.

Wearing a turban does not turn you into a terrorist. Killing innocent people makes you a terrorist.