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November Life
Nov. 9th, 2009 06:59 pmThere was more lovely weather here again today. This afternoon I walked to the library in the sunshine, wearing a light sweater for warmth. Lately I've been going to the library several times a week since going through the British DVD's so rapidly. Often, people open the heavy doors for me and I feel like sharing my policy on that.
I walk with a cane and I am wobbly, weak and shaky. The doors are heavy and I am interested in taking care of my muscles so generally I choose opening the doors over using the hand-pressed button that will open the door automatically. If necessary, I use the button or I ask someone for help if I need it. When people around me do not open the door for me or offer help, I do not take offense. I have seen other differently abled people become hostile and offended when help was offered to them. I do not expect people to be able to read my mind or my mood of the moment to know exactly what I am needing or wanting from them regarding assistance or independence from assistance. Clearly, I can see that it makes the people who do open the door for me feel very good. Especially the scruffy-looking young people. They positively beam with feeling-goodness sometimes. So, I always just accept the help and thank them. It is so easy.
In the protesting-too-much department, I don't interact with people much online mostly because it is extremely time-consuming. In a forum I participate in, someone recently began messaging me that they have "never lied to me." This was mentioned several times. O.K. Then came, "I am not a stalker" several times. Still, I didn't bite. Finally, it was revealed that the person had searched and found something else I had been doing online. I wasn't having a problem with it. Most of what I see online is being ignored by almost everyone else because they are busy putting stuff out there themselves. Anyway, it wasn't bothering me, but seems to make the person who is "not lying and not stalking" uncomfortable. The person is much younger than me and what I'm going to say is that I've found that when something makes me uncomfortable I usually simply cease doing it. It is never worth the creep factor.
This evening I have 22,500 words in my NaNoWriMo novel and am enjoying it. The characters are now letting me know what they want to say and do and that is delicious for me.
I am not finished with my miniature painting of a book and pillows in a window seat. I thought I would be finished but it is letting me know I am not. I can see it right now from where I am typing on my laptop.
I walk with a cane and I am wobbly, weak and shaky. The doors are heavy and I am interested in taking care of my muscles so generally I choose opening the doors over using the hand-pressed button that will open the door automatically. If necessary, I use the button or I ask someone for help if I need it. When people around me do not open the door for me or offer help, I do not take offense. I have seen other differently abled people become hostile and offended when help was offered to them. I do not expect people to be able to read my mind or my mood of the moment to know exactly what I am needing or wanting from them regarding assistance or independence from assistance. Clearly, I can see that it makes the people who do open the door for me feel very good. Especially the scruffy-looking young people. They positively beam with feeling-goodness sometimes. So, I always just accept the help and thank them. It is so easy.
In the protesting-too-much department, I don't interact with people much online mostly because it is extremely time-consuming. In a forum I participate in, someone recently began messaging me that they have "never lied to me." This was mentioned several times. O.K. Then came, "I am not a stalker" several times. Still, I didn't bite. Finally, it was revealed that the person had searched and found something else I had been doing online. I wasn't having a problem with it. Most of what I see online is being ignored by almost everyone else because they are busy putting stuff out there themselves. Anyway, it wasn't bothering me, but seems to make the person who is "not lying and not stalking" uncomfortable. The person is much younger than me and what I'm going to say is that I've found that when something makes me uncomfortable I usually simply cease doing it. It is never worth the creep factor.
This evening I have 22,500 words in my NaNoWriMo novel and am enjoying it. The characters are now letting me know what they want to say and do and that is delicious for me.
I am not finished with my miniature painting of a book and pillows in a window seat. I thought I would be finished but it is letting me know I am not. I can see it right now from where I am typing on my laptop.
