The Rolex Man and The Dick Doctor

wandering-peace

[Based on a real life event]

I, D and a friend C, were in a beer garden mindlessly chatting the day away when a tall sharped suited man wearing a rolex and some expensive shades rolled up and said.

‘Hey C, haven’t seen you in ages …’ he then eyed me up and down ‘… Oh your … D!, the man who had the mental breakdown.’

There was an awkward pause and I summoned up the courage to say;

‘I don’t know you, yet you seem to know something about me, are you in any way a qualified Psychiatrist, community mental health nurse or any way qualified to back up that statement?’

[awkward pause as I guess A was expecting me to fold straight away] … ‘No it’s alright mate, I just heard from a friend that you, you know had, had been in the ayslum.’

‘Is your friend in any way a qualified Psychiatrist, community mental health nurse or any way qualified to back up that information? … no? … Yet you think it’s acceptable to come up to me and use that as your opening for conversation with me?.’ … ‘If I had an obvious disability would you roll up and say, ‘oh how you doing Mr no arms?’ … ‘Lets swap this round shall we … Hiya A, aren’t you that guy with a really small dick?’

‘What the fuck?’

‘Perfectly reasonable statement, going by your rules, a friend told me. She’s got a polaroid and a ruler and everything, and all the girls know about your small Phallus. Even Dr Minimus Phalusnus signed it off as true …’

‘I don’t need to hear this shit from madmen ….’

‘…. and I don’t need men with expensive rolex’s making up for there tiny dicks interrupting my pleasant evening with my friend.’ … I lean over ‘This is the bit where you leave.’

I return to my cider with my friend in the sunny Surrey summer.

[Although this is paraphrased, this did happen and versions of it over the years. It’s called stigma. And no one should be ashamed of their mental health or have it used as a conversation piece for the masses. Go bug the Kardashians]

The ‘No’ Cure

There is no cure for what i have my dear;

No is my answer to your blatant martrydom. This is my mind to own not yours.

No you will never understand, this is my soul that drowns in times sands.

No you will not deny me the right to exists. I think, I feel and I love beyond horizons that persist.

No you cannot ignore me. I see you and you see.

No is the final answer to all your bluster. I’m armed with a mind you cannot bunker buster.

No is the first chain in a million others saying no. I bet then your prejudice and exploitation will go.

No is ok, No is all I need to know.

D April 2018

Your red tail (light).

You’ve locked your rear wheel, spun your juggernaut three sixty and you tell me this was part of your plan?

Your red handed, red lighted on your deviate words. Did you think I hadn’t noticed the gas light on your lips. Did you know I hadn’t actually flipped?

There’s a difference between a mad mans silence and a fools stupidity. Now all I need to prove you wrong is to out live you and your belief in my gullibility.

Welcome to the autumn of your life as my spring has just begun. And your welcome to all the music that I will sing and all the joy I have within.

D April 2018