On being visually impaired around town
Years ago a friend of mine and I talked about writing down all the funny/amusing/memorable things that have happened to us around town on the bus, etc from well-intentioned people trying to help us blind girls out. While I don’t think our stories merit a book length diatribe, I thought I would add some to my blog from time to time as I think they are noteworthy.
I’ve had a vision impairment since birth, so I have amased quite a number of instances where someone tries to help, but instead it comes across to me as ‘odd’. For instance: Take the guy I met on the tube in London. He saw me with a cane carrying my groceries and started giving me this lecture about how I only need to ‘believe in God in order to restore my sight - I just need to believe!’. Well buddy, I DO believe in God. . .have so for 34 years now, but my vision, strangely, has not changed since birth. Hmmm so how’s that theory workin’ for ya?
Or take the grocery worker who, after nicely bagging my groceries for me, asks if I need help out to my car. I have my cane in hand. Yeah, I want you to help me into the driver’s seat! I know that I could have arrived with the help of a driver, but I still think it’s amusing. No I am not trying to be cynical, just trying to see the humour in it. The poor chaps are just trying to help me out.
I’ve always wondered about the braille ATMs around as well. What good do the buttons on the ATMs do when you can’t see the screen? If there’s a voice readout to them, I never know they’re there. I can see a bit luckily, so I never have a problem really, but how would a totally blind person see the screen?
Anyway, just some things to ponder. God bless anyone for helping a blind person or disabled in any way. . .and I really think the person trying to help may possibly not know the BEST most effective way of helping unless they’ve had expericnce with it. OH! That reminds me. . .the people who help me across the street all the while telling me about their ‘cousin, niece/nephew, aunt/uncle, parent’ who is blind, etc. Are you telling the truth, or are you trying to ‘break the ice’ in some way? I’ve always been a bit skeptical about this. Am I being cynical? Perhaps. But I’ve always for some reason had my doubts as to whether these stories are true. I think why it strikes me is that they are telling me this. . .and why? Not really sure. It’s amusing to me though.
A ‘guy’ Thing
Someone recently asked me how I dealt with ‘guy’ loneliness. I told her I really don’t get lonely at all – I’m happy where I am. So I was thinking more about it later, and realized that the way I came to this realization was by sitting down and really thinking hard about all this relationship stuff. Who says I HAVE to have someone in my life? Who says I have to be married by a certain age in order to be happy? Why do I WANT a guy in my life, and for what purpose?
A few years ago when I turned 30, I thought that I had better be married by the time I wa 40. Months later I started thinking “Or else what?” What would happen if I wasn’t married? Would a hole open up in the ground and I would fall in? I think not. What force was driving me to force marriage upon myself?
A few months ago, I had a dream that I was cleaning my apartment and thinking about when my husband gets home today he’ll ask me what I have done today and I would have to simply say “cleaning’. Was thinking about what I would fix us for dinner, etc. Whether or not this was prophetic, I can’t tell. But the idea is kind of nice. That would be nice and comfy, but it’s not my reality now. And frankly, I don’t really care. I live a quiet happy life, and I love it! There’s not any reason I HAVE to have anyone in it to share it. Which I believe is the best way to look at things.
So, here’s to being happy with your place in life, and ‘getting it’ in terms of living the best life you can!
What’s in a name?
Have you ever Googled your name? When I google mine, I get interesting things like “Jennifer Aniston’ websites. It amuses me greatly – my last name isn’t even near ‘Aniston’, and yet I get that a lot. People misread my name for hers. I even had a paratransit person tell me once (I had my hair really long then) that I looked like her. Um, honey you seriously need to get your eyes checked. I look NOTHING like her!! But, I suppose I should thank her for the compliment though. I even went on a job interview and went up to the receptionist, told her who I was and who I was meeting with. She called the person interviewing me, and announced me as Jennifer Aniston. :O That was so funny – I didn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise.
So, nope I am not a celebrity, don’t even have the desire to be one. i just wish I made the salary she does.