“A disciplined mind leads to happiness, and an undisciplined mind leads to suffering.” – Dalai Lama XIV
A, my friend who is a natural doctor, hadn’t been feeling well the past couple of months. He was not even up to meeting up. He is one of the healthiest and upbeat person that I know, so I was worried. He treats his body, mind and soul extremely well. He meditates, he eats right, reads the rights books. He surrounds himself with things that promote his well-being. I am envious of his discipline. It is hard to hear that he is not well, so I tried to keep in touch encouraging him texting some quotes every now and then.
Finally his mood and overall well-being improved enough that we met for breakfast. It was like old times. We have the best talks ever. Long conversations about the joys and difficulties of life.
After breakfast we went to Mrs Greens. Food shopping with him is an event. He will read every label and tell me what is good for me and why.
He mentioned being invited to a backyard party that evening but he wasn’t sure if he would go. He asked if he decided to go if I would go with him. Originally I said no as I thought I was going to have a date that evening.
Later when I realized that I had gotten some dates mixed up, I texted him and said that we should go. After he agreed I got a bit apprehensive about going somewhere that I knew no one and wasn’t even invited. I know the benefits of getting out of my shell and I also know that I can make conversation with a doorknob and have it answer me back so I knew I would be okay.
“Everyone you will ever meet knows something you don’t.” – Bill Nye
And the party was better than okay, it was a lot fun!!
It was a very small get together. It was at the house of a renowned Broadway producer/talent scout/ among many other things. I don’t want to mention his name or the guest’s names as I am always leery of invading someone’s privacy. His guests included a classical musician and her husband, a lawyer, a published writer, an older retired couple that I assume had theater connections and a neighbor. There was also a bunch of young aspiring performing artists that were his interns and were helping with the party.
We ate great food and drank great wine. I even attempted to smoke a cigar but failed miserably as I am not a smoker of anything. The writer talked about overcoming drug addiction and homelessness and becoming a writer. I love listening to writers and also to attorneys as I am fascinated by both professions. The attorney didn’t talk about his profession. He pretty much acted like I do when someone asks me to talk about mine… there is nothing interesting to talk about.
Soon the evening turned into a joke telling festival. I am not sure how it got started but I told the first joke. It was a joke about a blonde. I am the worst at telling jokes and I only know one or two anyway. We didn’t stay very late as my friend had to work early the next day.
There was kissing when he dropped me off at my building door. I need to stop this business of “kissing my friend”. I really appreciate the friendship and don’t want to mess that up. If I had to choose between a friendship or a romantic relationship with him I would choose the friendship.
Oh well, a kiss is not the end of the world. I will close my mouth next time.
“We are who we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” Kurt Vonnegut
And here is the stupid joke I told: A blonde is walking down the street with a pig under her arm. She passes a person who asks “Where did you get that?”
The pig says, “I won her in a raffle!” .