The life of the party…..

We’re all seen ‘em. We all know ‘em. Recognize ‘em. Mebbe try to emulate ‘em. Can’t. They’re them, we’re we.

Dressed, not necessarily to the max – but perfectly. As if on an interview – one step above what’s norm for the ‘job’. Mingling, mixing, contently, comfortably with all.

Continually smiling, calm, confident yet no heir of cockiness. Comfy in own shoes.

The life of the party has this unique gift of “getting it.” They’re givers. You connect with them, and you think “surely this will be all about him/her” and before you know it, he/she has managed to turn the spotlight on you… shower you with good tidings.. comfort you if you’re down, say a little diddy to pick you up.. or, if you happen to be ‘up’, they’re your biggest cheerleader.

No cliques. The life of the party eyes all the same. Doesn’t matter wallet, height, weight, relationship status, job status – treats all the same.

How can this person be so with it? Don’t they have sucky moments? Do they ever sit in the corner and think “I don’t wanna be here?”…

Sure they do. They’re human to. The life of the party has flunked a test before. Had a flat tire. Gotten a speeding ticket. Been late to work. Have been lonesome. Have been teary over a loved one’s suffering. Have looked at caller ID, had a down moment, and didn’t answer your/the call. They too are human.

The distinction, again “they get it.” They realize anything and everything is controlled by a decision within.

Rather. No, not Dan. Rather than attempt to BE the life of the party, they turn that stuff around and move on with “the party of life.” Life is a party, and they understand that. They mend their own weakness by assisting other’s thru theirs. They ‘pump you up’ in effort to pump themselves up.

You can bet, upon occasion, they grit their teeth too. They perhaps twiddle their thumbs, fingers, nervously. They have no desire to strive to be known as the Life of the Party. Yet, on the exterior they paint “the party of life”, thus, they’re transformed into the life of the party. Decent artwork eh?

The lemonade outta lemons is an old statement – but one so ‘with it’ today, and every day. Sometimes there’s simply crap within life – yet these ‘leaders’ understand, the party of life.

I have a picture on my desk. My sister. With some handsome redheaded dude with arm around. To look at her smile, you can tell she was “the life of the party.” And she truly was. She ‘got it.’ Oh she had crap happen in her life – but rather than crawl under the corners, lock herself in the bedroom… she “I’ll be damned Life, I’m not gonna do that. There’s too much good. This ride is fun, or at least I’m gonna make it be.” And she did. Sure, I’m biased – but those who knew her felt the same. She truly was the party of life enjoying the life of the party.

Is a little gal here at work.. Happens to be black. Bubbly. First time I met her, in three minutes she’d said five good things about me. Somehow twisted it to “I’m lucky to know you.” She rocks. She’s hella smiley. She’s a life of the party.

Yesterday, prior to work. Some of us were working on our smoking habit pre 8am. She walked by, head down, no eye contact, thru the door she went. Unlike her. Two hours later, get this apologetic email about same. “I’ve just been down.” I emailed back “tis ok. We’re all on this rollercoaster of life. Please remember, if ‘down’ happens..’up’ ain’t too far behind.” Even the life of the party has down moments, yet, they eventually get back on track and celebrate the party of life.

If you.. and you, and you and you and you.. wanna hookup and visit/share that party of life. Gimme a holler. Oh, mebbe 48-ish.. Blonde.. HWP.. Have halfa ‘his’ pension coming.. hehe.. Dress (or undress) to the max.. Holler… 867-5309.. We’ll collectively enjoy this sometimes bumpy, ever wonderful, party of life. Love, Victurd.