2 Men Talking

After reading my last few blogs, I decided to make a mental note of any thoughts that anyone else might think of as strange. And then forgot all about it. Until a couple of friends of mine came over for the weekend.

Bill and Jean came over from Hampshire. As my latest ebook has just gone into the best-seller charts (Hysterectomies for Men) we went over to Weymouth seafront for a long walk before a celebratory lunch.

All the way down the promenade, there were posters advertising Monkey World, the Aquarium and things like that. I was fascinated. They had a picture of just an apes head and it was as if I could tell exactly what his (or her) thoughts were. Within seconds I was totally absorbed. As a wave of sadness came over me (because of the ape’s captivity), I looked at another segment of the same poster with a youngster and a monkey looking straight at the camera. Bill had gone walking on ahead, so I asked Jean what she thought these two were saying to us and went on to make-up the dialogue that I thought they were having. Although she was a bit reluctant at first, we were soon in fits of laughter and the strangest thing. We soon had a small crowd, and the kids especially were making their own suggestions and everyone was hooting with laughter.

Next to the Monkey World poster was one for the Aquarium. There were various tropical fish in the foreground and a diver peering directly into the camera lens. Slightly further back in the picture, unseen by man and fish presumably, was a shark with his mouth open displaying a particularly vicious-looking set of teeth. The camera had obviously caught the shark mid-sentence. It only seemed polite to ask the now gathered crowd to complete the two conversations, the one between man and the tropical fish; the other voicing the sharks thoughts on the matter. We had parents trying to drag their children away with some kids still contributing from twenty yards away, others shouting to make themselves heard, Jean and I curled up with laughter, and a friendly policeman coming over to see what all the fuss was about, whilst evidently trying not to laugh himself.

Sometimes I think I’ve never really grown up. I’ve often found men quite difficult to relate to, preferring women friends because they seem to have so much more depth and humour. But the most wonderful people on the planet are kids because they’re so unaffected and natural. And they laugh. Lots. And it’s the most exhilarating sound in the world.

Other people utterly fascinate me. I utterly fascinate me. And when I mix the two together in real conversation, I’m totally absorbed. Minutes pass like seconds. I’ve never met anyone who isn’t absolutely amazing. I’ve met lots who don’t know how amazing they are. And that’s what turns me on, floats my boat; that eureka moment when someone suddenly realises just how wonderful they really are. That’s my ‘job’. And I love it. I’m a really positive, Positive Therapist.

And probably a little mad!