I used to dream of simple dilemmas.
My car would be stolen, my walking stick would be stolen or my wheelchair would go missing. Now, it’s become beyond the ridiculous. I’m in a contentious situation with people that I know. They are not my favourite people and I need to act.
But suddenly, walking without aids, I become rooted to the spot. I have to stand there and argue but I slowly collapse to the ground blaming everyone else. No-one comes to help.
Yes, I am weird.