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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

CONFESSIONS OF A SHAPE SHIFTER


I have to confess something. It’s a secret that I’ve been holding back for a time now. It may change forever the way you view me, or my blog. It may cause you to question reality, the present and your assumptions about who I am. Here I go...


I am not really Gordon all the time. Indeed, I don’t live stuck to a computer screen fighting the keyboard. I am more than a blogger. You’ve guessed it, I am a super-hero at other times. Indeed, my power is that of transmutation. I change myself in people’s minds.


To my friends, I am perhaps funny, witty, smart (hopefully) and wise (pushing it a bit here) and a lot more.


To my family, I am a son, a brother and a relative. Yes, that’s when I’m not in my altered state of being. I am also a blogger then.


However, the transformation occurs when I get to places where nobody knows me… then the magic occurs … Of course, I am taking great risks in revealing my true identity here. However, I am so confident in my gifts of transmutation that even if I reveal to you my … let’s call them ‘’forms’ … you will not spot me. Not a chance…


v First, I like to transform myself to the ‘poor tragic cripple’ who is \’wheelchair bound’ and who looks forward to some cheering up with a cold ice cream. OK, it’s not really my favorite … Perhaps the next one is …


v I transform myself into the hero proper, who ‘survives’ life in spite of his impairments … I get people asking – how does he do it … I would kill myself if I was in his place!


v Then there’s the inspirer … I become a symbol of hope and encouragement for the many others who are suffering. I am an example of virtue and of sainthood. They ask when they see my manifestation … you think you’ve got problems, look at him!


v One time I even succeeded in transforming myself to a non-disabled person. So much so, that one kind person asked me are you really disabled? Alas, I have not been able to replicate that for a time now.


v Then, of course, people see me as no different than any other wheelchair user. If the person they know likes sport … then I have to like sport … if the person they know likes to go to practice table tennis … well I should too … got the picture. Eh, and I trick them to believe that being a wheelchair user I know that person he or she is referring to. That’s part of the illusion of course …


There are other forms I adopt. However, these forms suffice to explain how great my abilities are. It’s sometimes counterproductive to be honest. You get the attention, yes, the hero’s perks – fame, mention, and recognition – but then when you find that you are so ‘special’ … so heroic … that you realize that the world has not accounted for your existence.


Hence, you have to point out that your needs are like any others. That even if you are a superman, you need to get to that floor without using the stairs. And flying is not an option. That you want to work, even if you get tired by the end of the day. You need relationships – even if you’re regarded as a symbol to others. Indeed, to wrap it all up, it’s not that I chose to be a super-hero, or that I want to be a changing form in people’s minds. The Gordon that I know suits me just fine. Yes, impairments and all that. So, please.


To the person who told me I am an example to others. Get a life… and if you want a piece of advice here it is. For extra authority, I even put it in quotation marks (it works for academic papers):


“I’m just trying to get through the day … there’s no need to analyze, speculate, or label what I am doing just because you think you know who I am. Don’t judge a book by its cover; you’ve got to read it first to know what it’s about. And no, even if I tried turning into a book once, I didn’t quite succeed … …”


Back to the real life, now!

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