TRACY SCHREIER’S 2017 PROCLAMATION AND MANIFESTO OF REBELLION AND UPRISING AGAINST VICTIMIZATION, MANIPULATION OF OTHERS BY USE OF GUILT AND SHAME TACTICS, CONCEDING TO THE WEAKER ARGUMENT JUST TO AVOID THE GREATER CONFRONTATION, AND STANDING STRONG AND UNWAVERING TO PROTECT MYSELF FROM THE TOTAL ANNIHILATION OF MY SELF-ESTEEM, MY PHYSICAL WELL-BEING, MY MENTAL HEALTH, MY SPIRITUAL PEACE, MY INTELLECTUAL FACULTIES, MY TRUST AND BELIEF IN OTHER HUMAN BEINGS, AND MY ABILITY TO MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS AND CHOICES WHEN IT COMES TO ALL AREAS OF MY LIFE WITHOUT HAVING TO SEEK PERMISSION OR ACCEPTANCE FROM ANYONE ELSE TO DO SO.
THESE ARE NOT RESOLUTIONS. THESE ARE GOALS I WILL ACCOMPLISH THIS YEAR. THESE GOALS WILL BE AT THE FOREFRONT OF MY DAY-TO-DAY EXISTENCE AND WILL TAKE PRIORITY OVER EVERY OTHER FUCKING THING IN THE WORLD.
1. My daughter, Sophie Schreier, has several important life-changing events that will be occurring this year which will be needing my support in every way imaginable. This is my priority. If it comes down to doing something fun with you or needing to do something for her, you and I will need to reschedule.
2. My best friend, Tracy Davis, is preparing for a major surgery in about six months. The pre-op for this surgery takes six months to complete. To be approved for this surgery, she must do cartwheels through hoops of fire. My second priority is helping her get through this challenge. If it comes down to me going to your birthday party or sitting on the couch with Tracy and spoon-feeding her sugar-free Jell-O because she is too weak to move, you can come here and I’ll give you your gift.
3. I have applied for grad school. I am hoping to get into the Master’s degree program for Nursing Case Management. This begins in February. I don’t think much else needs to be said about this other than the fact that most grad students are so overloaded with information that they early lose the ability to form complete sentences and start eating their meals with their fingers.
4. My last doctor’s appointment was with Dr. Gandhi (no relation) this past Thursday. She diagnosed me with bilateral peroneal neuropathy. That’s foot drop in both legs. There may be recovery in a year, maybe. Maybe not. She is concerned that there seems to be no muscle conduction at this point in my legs. What is happening is that the paralysis is telling the muscles that they don’t need to work. The muscles in turn are telling the nerves that they are not needed either. What will happen next is the nerves will just stop working completely, permanently, and I will then have handicapped legs….y’know, those baseball bat legs you can’t stand up on, that you fall on, and they just snap in half and shatter like toothpicks. So, unless I start working out “AGGRESSIVELY,” I’m essentially going to lose my legs. YMCA, you are going to get so sick of me.
So, we’ve got Sophie, Tracy, school, legs. These are the priorities. This doesn’t mean I won’t have time for anything else. It doesn’t mean I won’t see my friends or go anywhere or do anything. It doesn’t mean I won’t be lazy or in a bad mood or not playing on Facebook. THIS IS PRECISELY WHAT IT MEANS: THESE THINGS WILL TAKE PRIORITY OVER EVERY FUCKING THING ELSE! NO APOLOGIES. NO EXPLANATIONS. NO JUSTIFICATIONS. PERIOD. This is a MANIFESTO. This is not a request. This is not submitted for your approval.
ALLOW ME TO ADD THIS CAVEAT, SINCE I AM FEELING SO FUCKING BOLD: I will no longer be accepting the opinions of others when it comes to who I have as friends, who I talk with on the phone, who I see in my spare time, who I talk to on Facebook, what I do with my free time, what I want to write about, what my political thoughts should be, how I should conduct myself with certain people and family members, how I should feel about people or things, how I should conduct my own medical treatment plan, if I should be allowed to be mad at God or not, how I express my anger or disappointment or rage or any other fucking emotion I have if it is not hurting anyone else. For that matter, let it be known far and wide, I am an unencumbered, single woman with no plans and no desires to pair up with ANYONE—man, woman or animal—and that I have been strongly counseled by a licensed therapist to keep this status for at least two years for the survival of my own independence and positive self-concept.
THIS MANIFESTO WILL BEGIN IN EARNEST ON 1, JANUARY, 2017. Get your digs in while you can. On Sunday, I’m loading for bear.