ome friends dragged me off to Murderball, where we sat in a room filled with people who can walk and watched guys in wheelchairs beat the hell out of each other. By the end of it, we were pretty into it--to the point where we were debating who was the hottest rugby guy. And then when we left, we crashed into everything in our path on our way to the parking garage. Boom. It was a pretty good documentary.
If you're going to live life in a wheelchair, I think a few rules apply:
1) Get a wheelchair that has a little color on it. Rolling around in one of those institutional-gray things is so pointless; we all see the chair, you might as well show it off. If you don't have the money for a fancy purple chair, then decorate yours somehow, or paint it or something. Personally, I'm a fan of the one guy who had wheels with little blinking red lights. Super-cool. (Same thing goes for canes cruthes, etc.)
2) If you are physically capable, participate in an activity where your chair is an elemental feature. Yes, you can do all sorts of things that everyday people do, as if the chair didn't matter; but you should take it a step further, and use it to your advantage. Quad Rugby is a fantastic example of a sport that a lot of able-bodied people would like to play...although not everyone can crash into each other all day like that, but you might as well figure out a way to have fun with what you've got. I.e., get some friends, both of able-bodied and wheelchair-confined means, and organize a jousting tournament, using those floatation-Noodles as spears. After the "Oh my God, what are they doing" shock, it could actually be really fun.
3) Don't run over my feet like that one guy did a few years ago, because he was mad I was in his way. No need to drive angry.
4) If you get around by pushing yourself, realize that you very well may have a totally hot torso, due to all that physical activity. Don't be afraid to show off your muscles. Guys, get a gay friend to go buy you some good sleeveless shirts. We know where to get the best ones.
5) Head to the dance floor. Most able-bodied people cannot dance whatsoever, and just bounce around; a guy in a wheelchair doing some wheelies and 360s would be a big hit, and you'd look better than my brother doing the white man's overbite all night.
6) I had a head injury when I was 18, and spent several months learning how to walk properly again. During that time, I would hobble around with my cane and enter as many public buildings as possible, testing their handicap-accessibility. If I couldn't get in easily, I demanded they fix their doors, or add ramps or whatever. It's a law, you know. Stand up for yourself. Even if you can't.