OH WAIT THE BLINDO IS ME. Haha!
This morning I went all the way over to Charlestown for an interview for eligibility for The Ride, the Boston-based free bus thing for disabled people. Not sure if I'll get it. The interviewer looked very suspicious and asked all kinds of questions that weren't relevant to my situation AT ALL, and wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise. She took one look at my medical report and said, "Oh, your vision is 20/20...?" and I was like, sure, except for the NIGHT BLINDNESS and REDUCED PERIPHERAL VISION and REDUCED DEPTH PERCEPTION and the fact that I BONK INTO EVERYTHING and it takes me FIVE MILLION HOURS to go up and down stairs. Sure. Also, I cannot read the station stops on the signs inside the T trains, because the font is too fuckin' small and the sign is too far away because it's above the door. But, you know, aside from that.
"And is this temporary or permanent?"
Oh, you know, the impending total blindness is pretty much permanent. But please continue to look at me suspiciously, because it's not like it's hard to talk about a disability or anything.
"And do glasses help?"
Oh sure, except for the NIGHT BLINDNESS and REDUCED PERIPHERAL VISION, etc.
Basically, it was an hour-and-a-half-long ride for a five-minute interview. It sure would help if I got it; I'm already dreading trying to get home in winter, when it gets dark at four.
In other news, a dude yelled at me in the library the other day because I bumped into him. I am thisclose to adding "you asshole" to the next "Sorry, I didn't see you." That'll fix it, I'm sure.