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When I was a little child I often wondered if my family did not need to spend their life savings on my disability (glasses, very expensive in Serbia in the '80s) would I have had the kind of childhood other than O3B children had had.  And now that I'm forty I see clearly, sorta, that I still do not even comprehend the kind of lives, fun, and excitement the rest of you are privy and entitled to that my disabilities simply did not ever nor will ever permit me to even gleam.  Allow me to explain.

SWAT and The Pursuit of Peace

It feels very anxiety-ridden writing this post and somewhat strange, considering I'm a disabled man and we generally do not deal with violent people such as criminals nor the other violent people, the Police.  For both dispense violence, though some purport to have a justification for it, or rather, both do make the same claims, don't you guys?  But hear me out, in fact, do hear me out, both of you lordships of thunder, and do not read this post but turn on some kind of text-to-speech thing and listen to this post, pretending you are suffering a certain disability and close your eyes during your comprehension of this post.  Do me that courtesy at least.  If you can't figure it out, welcome to my world then.

Curing Yourself of Perfectionism Isn't Perfectly Simple

Like so many other artists I suffer from perfectionism.  The more I look around me and see others, including those whom self-label themselves and many others as non-artists I notice that, gee whiz, so do many others.  In fact, there are people whom suffer from this terrible imperfect affliction to such a level that they can not admit it, for doing so would mean they are imperfect.  Having an affliction of any sort is a sign of imperfectionism, isn't it?  Perfect beings are perfect by the word's very definition and thus have zero afflictions.  So if I seek to cure myself of perfectionism, does that mean I am seeking perfection then?  One less affliction and one more step towards perfection?  Doesn't sound like a cure does it, but a step towards the very problem, eh?

Burden Of Help

From time to time even I assist others in need, not just TO's emergency workers.  Now granted, I am a nobody, just your average Joe citizen.  I have no special training, no exemplary budgetary resources, not even good eyes with which to recognize all of your facial expressions for I am partially sighted.  And yet I find that I help more than the rest of you, even those with 20/20 vision which is surprising.  At least that is my judgmental egotistical perception.  But is it true?  And how do I know?  And most important of all, does it matter whom renders assistance as long as the problem is solved?  What am I talking about?  Helping those whom might be homeless or merely so poor as to be walking around downtown with a palm outstretched asking for "spare change".

Tough

For a while, at least as a kid, I think even I knew what a tough person was.  It was the killer in a film but also the cop that caught him.  In Predator, the tough dude is obviously the one that got rid of the alien.  In books, like in Jurassic Park, the tough are those that do not get eaten by the dinosaurs.  Tough seems to mean those that are big, fast, and intelligent.