So, I noticed from your status update that you're at Target again. Great. Thanks for rubbing it in. You know, it's not like I'm totally devoid of emotion. Cut me and I bleed, punch me and I bruise. It just seems like you are so busy living your life that you aren't even conscious about the feelings of certain people around you, especially your paraplegic Facebook friends.
Using your hot, new Android-powered 4G network cell phone to notify me of such a thing is just hurtful and mean. Don't you think I would like to have a cell phone like that? Since I lost the use of my legs three months ago, I've had to give up many of the trappings I use to have like cell phones and walking. My medical bills are ridiculous and I barely have enough left over from my disability check to buy Ramen noodles for the family. I'm lucky if I don't lose my house, let alone holding on to funds to spend on high dollar electronics. Things get worse each day and my relationship with my wife is deteriorating. Last night I told her just to leave me here on the floor, take the kids and never come back. I can't feel anything from my waist down for craps-sake. Given my current circumstances, I would think you would have more class. So, here I sit alone and sobbing quietly, having just cashed my last unemployment check. The next thing I see is you flaunting your current location. Now with little hope left, I just want to end the pain once and for all. Not in a million years would I have wanted to believe it, but you really are a heartless bastard. I hope you're happy.
You know, it wasn't so long ago that I was like you. Going to Target on a whim. Buying things and doing stuff while eating a delicious bag of popcorn and sharing an Icee with the wife. Sometimes we would spend countless hours seeking out the best deals on clothing or DVD's or whatever we wanted. My family would hobnob with Harlingen's finest residents and countless meaningful conversations were had. It seemed that the world was our oyster and we were free to take advantage of everything Target had to offer. It was ours for the taking, but now those memories only serve as a painful reminder of the harsh reality I am faced with day after day. I lie awake most nights now considering all the quality Market Pantry brand foods I no longer have access to and how the store always smelled of Starbucks when I walked through those automatic doors with a spring in my step and a tune on my lips. No more.
So the next time you go to Target or anywhere else for that matter, keep it to yourself. Otherwise, my death will be on your head.
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