I still am having trouble getting used to the way some people treat me when I
interact with them in public. First off they all have same look on their faces, I can’t really describe it, call it a cross between confusion - pity - anger and annoyance or conpitagerance. Whatever you call it, I have to ignore it because if I look at their faces for a reading, something all primates do, I become confused, afraid, or frustrated which makes talking all the more difficult.
Some people will avoid eye contact and talk to the person that is with me like I am incapable of understanding, the way you would talk to the parent and ignore the child. I want to scream “hey buddy I’m the one with the money that you want, you need to look me in the eyes and acknowledge me - but I don’t. I am a polite southern boy with good manners. But I feel my frustration building up, and an explosion of my inner New York Big City personality will come thru where I will say what I am thinking using language that my angelic sister Paulette would not want to read to my mother Saint Wanda.
Some people think that because of the way I sound and the way I move that I must be stupid or slow. I want to scream at them that I am probably the most &^%^&* intelligent, intuitive, and creative person in the $#^% room but most likely I’m not and they might call my bluff. I would like to say “hey you $%$^ I have advanced degrees in Quantum Physics from MIT and the University of Chicago” but I don’t, and Physics gives me a headache. So I keep my mouth shut, mainly because if I do explode I will probably sound something like “#$$%juifjpop weasel go boom ha ha parking son space pizza and where rare the russinf t95riyy&^grandmas garden. space pizza indeed officer“ and confirm their perceptions about my intelligence.
I think the solution is to have a card that I give out to every one I meet that says the following...
HELLO MY NAME IS ANDY KING. I HAVE pARKINSONS DISEASE AND IT VERY DIFFICULT FOR ME OF SPEAK, BUT I AM OF AVERAGE INTELLIGENCE SO PLEASE GIVE ME THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT LIKE I AM GIVING TO YOU in other words
THE LIGHTS MIGHT BE OFF BUT THERE IS DEFINITELY SOMEBODY HOME
AND NOW FOR BLOGFISH READERS ONLY THIS WILL NOT BE POSTED ON FACEBOOK
I am thinking of becoming a Rhetorical Comedian - a comedian that tells jokes just for the sake of rhetoric, jokes that aren’t required to be funny and that you don’t have to laugh at. Like the following...
A Volkswagen bus with several chemically altered members of the current generation and a Lexus driven by a type A workaholic stockbroker were traveling down a four lane hiway, The Lexus was passing the bus when they came upon a red light. The Lexus smoothy, silently stopped as required, but the VW did not. It noisily, in a jolting, halting manner went thru the light finally stopping in the middle of the intersection. The broker in the Lexus rolled down his power window and yelled at the surprised youths “ hey freaks you better get your brakes fixed” - The driver of the VW wonder wagon said, after he found the vice grips used to crank down his window, “you mean I have bad brakes.”
I know it’s hard not to but like I said, you don’t have to laugh.
That’s all folks, thanks for catching the latest blogfish
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/\\