Patience. It’s necessary in life, but having too much makes you a pushover. It takes a lot of patience to take care of a kid ... It takes a lot of patience to sit at the level of everyone’s butt all the time (those of you that use a wheelchair know what I’m talking about) ... It takes a heck of a lot of patience to go turkey hunting ... But nothing has tried my patience more than living with a disability.
Never in my life have I heard of a fully able-bodied person waiting countless hours to go to the bathroom because of a lack of adequate facilities. Never in my life have I heard of an able-bodied person having to be manhandled by a total stranger to go to the bathroom or take a shower. Or worse, being stuck in one place for a long period of time because either you’re not in your chair, or you’re plugged in and can’t get it undone. The little frustrations are the ones that take the most patience to overcome, but the big things are there, too.
For example, having gone 18 years without kissing a girl when you’re this adorable, not to mention I play the drums! There’s not only something wrong with that, but it requires a serious amount of patience on my part in order to not go insane. Don’t underestimate the character-building capabilities of not getting any sugar after all these years. Of course, I can always blame my height for the fact that I never made a move on any girls on my own and my shyness for never asking. If I had to give any advice to any younger kids, it’s don’t make the same mistake I did and sell yourself short. I was “talking” with a girl for over a month and not only did I not make a move, but I let her go to some other guy because I thought he was better than me.
But back to patience, I find myself getting annoyed with people who don’t have the same patience I do, but in all actuality, people don’t have the same opportunity to learn patience like me. The fact that my patience has been tried over the years has developed it. If there was a patience muscle, I would have mine stacked.
The reason I bring up patience in this blog is because I’m bringing forth a lot of it right now. I’ve had an ad in for a PCA for college for more than a month and haven’t heard a word. Not only does this worry me, it makes me wonder whether or not I’ll have somebody by the fall. God forbid my mom has to move in with me. I love the woman to death, but I was super excited to be out on my own for once. But if that’s what it comes down to, it I’ll call forth my powers of patience and bite the bullet.
Not only do I have no idea how to get things moving, but I’m worried that due to the lack of prospects, I’ll have to take somebody other than a gorgeous coed to take care of me throughout my college career! How terrible would that be? Just kidding, I’m going to take the most qualified person to take care of me. But it would be a bonus if it was a gorgeous coed. Just saying.
Anyway, I hope you’ve enjoyed my first blog ... I’ll always try to keep things light on my blog and relatable. Feel free to comment with advice and pointers! Or just troll — I can handle that, too. Add me on Facebook, as I could always use more friends.
