Ah, the classic cocktail party, a room full of egos fueled by alcohol, sexual tension and rich hors’d’oeuvres. Most people go to escape, some go to increase business opportunities or to network. But mainly people go to talk - to gab - to boast about their latest conquests. People talk, but they rarely listen. We always find ourselves more interesting than the person we are talking to. Why should we listen to them? What do they have to offer us?
My life is one big cocktail party, sans liquor - not a good one you want to stay at and ask your host if you can sleep in their guest bedroom, but rather one that you keep looking at the door wishing to escape. My hosts have been wonderful - plentiful libations - great food - that’s not why I want to leave. The reason I wish to go is because of the person that came with me...mr parkinson’s, for mr parkinson’s can ruin a party faster than the words “OPEN UP- IT’S THE POLICE”
mr p. will regale you with stories of how he’s slowly taking your reason to live, how’s he’s turned your life completely upside down, shaken and stirred it, then poured it on the floor laughing “the maid will get it.” He is a very rude man. That’s OK it makes it easier not to listen to his ramblings, like I didn’t listen to the lady who just spent 30 minutes telling me about her dog’s hysterectomy. I tune him out - i don’t listen.
You are thinking “Great Andy! good for you... you must be cured.” I hate to say it, but I’m far from it my friends, although I’m not listening to him, not paying any attention to him, he’s still at the party with his arms crossed and a sub-zero stare. He is also blocking the door, all the time stealing my girlfriend (she’s a doctor)
I can ignore mr. p for only so long, for when his voice becomes louder than the one in my head. He wins. He will sleep with my girlfriend and have me kicked out of the party. No, I am not cured, probably never will be, and I most likely will die with mr p. Notice I said “with” not “from” - big difference.
Parkinson’s is the poster child of party crashers - one of the best. But, when I leave my final cocktail party he won’t be going with me. He won’t be locking the door and my girlfriend and I will be engaged. But I’m not ready for that final party. So until that say comes I’m not hearing a word he’s saying.
LOVE AND UNICORNS
Thank so much for reading today’s post - have a wonderful week and may GOD BLESS.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\