Embrace Your Inner Muppet
Zeitgeisters, Bert (below right) and Ernie of Sesame Street. You gotta love them. For many of us this was the first comedy duo we ever saw perform. When I was six years old these two were my Martin and Lewis, Abbott and Costello, Morecambe and Wise.
Ernie was my favourite, naturally. I couldn’t understand why Bert was always trying to spoil Ernie’s fun. Ernie had energy, liked a laugh and knew how to enjoy life. Bert was a good guy, but he had an authoritarian bent.
I was tidying up around the house yesterday and I turned up a miniature Ernie Plushie that I bought a couple of years back. He’s something like the one pictured, but mine looks a little sadder and in need of some help from a charitable organization.
I picked up charity case Ernie and was working out where to place him (on top of the fridge? Computer?) when I had an epiphany. I realised that I had shifted from identifying with Ernie in my youth to being someone who embodies more of the qualities of Bert in my adulthood.
I am an oatmeal-loving dancer of the pigeon polka. A stamp collector if you will.
The shock was palpable. I said to my friend Ned who was over. I’m really more like Bert. Ned offered no argument. The bastard.
Its going to take some time but I think I need to accept my inner-Bert.
Elevate the Insignificant,
“Bert”
Ernie was my favourite, naturally. I couldn’t understand why Bert was always trying to spoil Ernie’s fun. Ernie had energy, liked a laugh and knew how to enjoy life. Bert was a good guy, but he had an authoritarian bent.
I was tidying up around the house yesterday and I turned up a miniature Ernie Plushie that I bought a couple of years back. He’s something like the one pictured, but mine looks a little sadder and in need of some help from a charitable organization.
I picked up charity case Ernie and was working out where to place him (on top of the fridge? Computer?) when I had an epiphany. I realised that I had shifted from identifying with Ernie in my youth to being someone who embodies more of the qualities of Bert in my adulthood.
I am an oatmeal-loving dancer of the pigeon polka. A stamp collector if you will.
The shock was palpable. I said to my friend Ned who was over. I’m really more like Bert. Ned offered no argument. The bastard.
Its going to take some time but I think I need to accept my inner-Bert.
Elevate the Insignificant,
“Bert”
Comments
I grow more Bert-like by the day, but I'm good with it.