Matthew B. Johnson
Just a writer looking to peddle his stories. TOP WRITER on Medium in Humor, This Happened to Me, Mental Health, Disability, and Life Lessons. C-5 incomplete quadriplegic. I love comic books, coffee, all things Dragon Age, and the 49ers.
Do or Donut: The Battle with Sugar Cravings
To eat the donut, or not to eat the donut? That is the question. Can you imagine a more trivial dilemma? And yet, it’s a question I wrestle with more than I’d care to admit.
The Frustrations of a Broken Wheelchair
I’m telling you, robotic legs can’t get here soon enough. Or some sort of synthetic or bio-technical series of neural relays to bypass or serve in place of damaged spinal tissue.
Apparently, I Shouldn't Be Driving or Living because I'm Disabled
This happened about half an hour ago as of this writing. Maybe I shouldn’t be writing about it yet because I’m still pissed off about it. Time and distance might help me see what happened with clearer vision. I could relate the experience with a more tempered hand, in a calmer tone, and with greater understanding for the offending party.
My Potential Problems with Parenthood
I think I’d be a good father. I’m worried I wouldn’t be. I don’t have any children yet, and I may never end up having any. Part of me wonders if that’s a good thing. And while I have a long and painful history of talking myself out of things I want because I fixate on the worst-case-scenario aspects of everything, my concerns about one day becoming a father are founded in rational thinking.
Waistline: The Eternal Struggle
If you’re like me, you’re one of the millions of people who struggle with their weight. And, if you’re like me, you dread going to the doctor’s office because you know you’ll inevitably hear some variation of the message, “Hey, lose some weight, fat ass!”
Young Love and Missed Opportunities
I possess the ability to talk myself out of anything. Doesn’t matter how much I want it, my brain convinces me I shouldn’t go for it…then berates me mercilessly after the fact for not chasing whatever it was I initially wanted. And by then, the opportunity has passed. I missed out, and I’m left wondering what might have been.
The Trouble with Time Off
As I write this, it’s currently Monday afternoon. I got a fairly decent night’s sleep last night. I’ve already had a half a pot of coffee, and I’m working my way through the second half. I should be invigorated, mentally sharp, and, after all that coffee, a little jittery.
When a Rescue Animal Chooses You
I’m a firm believer that rescue animals make the best companions animals. There’s some debate as to how much cognition cats and dogs actually have. However, rescue animals seem to realize how awful their lives once were versus how good their lives are once they’ve found a loving home.