BuzzSaw...!

(Approximately 35 minutes ago I was cut by a streaking buzz saw...)

There are people who use words as swords and they can cut. There is always the classic line "I didn't mean to say that" or the soon to be classic "You took that wrong". I was sliced quite nicely this evening and one thing occurred to me; I don't care whether or not you are doing it on purpose or not, I don't like being cut by anyone or anything. Emotional or physical. My response to this bladed tongue was not the usual retaliatory viper born venom people say I am known for. It was a declaration that I would not be walked on or insulted. There was no anger but there was strength and some people confuse the two.I cannot allow an individual to make an assumption about me or steam roll my being if they plan to be a part of my world.

That is what adversaries are for.

When you deal with certain people you have to set boundaries and you have to be brave enough to deal with the repercussions of those boundaries. You would think that I am thankful to have anyone in my life because of my physical situation. I have a myriad of health problems, narcolepsy being the most frustrating. That however, will not the diminish the quality of person I am. It also will not dictate me eating...shit...off of another individual. I am not captive by my disability and I never will be. The person in my life must remember that I am not the only one being interviewed. They too are being interviewed and their competition is not another woman or something material. They are competing with a life that is already full. I have no fears of being alone because my life alone is pretty good. This mindset also keeps me from settling for just anyone. I know I come with my own challenges but anyone who gets to know me will understand the kind of person I am and the kind of person I am still striving to be. I am accountable and I will continue to try to be a good person.