My friend Mr P
Sushi bar. Yes my thoughts are like those cute colored bowls on the conveyer belt in a cheap sushi bar. I know what i want to say, i can see it approaching. Im waiting, pacing myself getting myself ready to snatch my next sentence off that conveyer belt but low and behold I miss it ... again.
Well my mom always said, "if you cant say anything nice then dont say anything at all". Sometimes it was something nice. It may even have been witty but now we will never know as all i grasped was a big tight ball of wasabi! Yes wasabi and i delivered it like a cat coughing up a huge ginger hairball.
I gladly delivered this next pearl of wisdom to a friend this morning, " God had to make me pretty stupid to make me". Ive learned to observe rather than aimlessly take part in what ever is going on around me. I see things now (not referring to my visual hallucinations) I mean I really see things. I see people I see them looking at me nervously, their eyes going to the left upper corners of their eyesockets, whilst they are desperately running their hardrive to find a box where they can process and understand what their eyes are photographing.
Then theres the slight flicker as it pairs up with something familiar but it soon turns dull again as it still doesnt quite add up. I want to apologise to them, try to explain but I cant. When Im using my stroller I see confusion and pitty. When Im aimlesly navigating my way without the steady grip of my trusty pair of wheels I see disgust filing me in the shameless drunk woman catagory.
Theres this old song by a band called "The Peanut butter Conspiracy" the lyrics describe my love for this Parkinsons support group that I am part of so well. "Understanding is the best thing in the world, between a boy or a girl..."; we have an understanding that surpasses all understanding.
I thank God for facebook and for for birds of a feather flocking together.
Comments