One of the bands I liked during my high school years, was XTC. They have a song called, “The Mayor of Simpleton”
Recently, I joked around that some blogger’s post are too “cerebral” for me and that I’m merely a simpleton, as half their content goes over my head. I’m a meat and potatoes or “pataytas” (as my family calls ’em) kinda gal. A no frills person. A “say what you mean, and mean what you say,” if you want me to understand you, person.
I sometimes feel like a detective, looking over clues to the true meaning of a serious writer’s post or poetry. I can get the tone is melancholy and feel sadness, but still not really understand what the hell it’s about. I’ll think one thing, but then read the comments by other bloggers, and the author’s response. Oh, okay, death. Oh, okay heaven and hell. Oh, betrayal!
I have to look up mythology, and authors, and just realize they are “making reference” to something I should probably know, because apparently, all of civilization does, or at least the blogosphere…but for whatever reason, I don’t. Thank you Google.
And this is how I feel when it comes to reading posts that go on forever with adjectives to describe a place or feeling. I don’t have the patience. Seriously, I closed a book after reading 3 pages still describing a damn meadow. Do the bees and wind have an important role later, does someone die from a bee sting? Is a battle going to take place in this field?
I get nervous when I visit other blogger’s websites, am I going to understand what they are talking about with their hidden meanings? If I don’t comment, you’ll understand, that I don’t understand. And we’ll have a mutual understanding – that it went over my head. Ha! 🙂 Or I respond with MUSIC, because there always something that seems to pop in my head while reading your content.
Always know, I’m not purposely being shallow. I’m just the mayor of Simpleton. I think I’m going to write these lyrics down in my next anniversary card to my husband! He has his degree from UCLA in Aerospace engineering…and I used to ask how he doesn’t get “bored” with me, the girl who took some courses part time at the local junior college, earning good grades, but never caring enough to get her degree. You don’t want to be on my crossword puzzle team, we’d lose.
I guess it’s my sense of humor, and adventure – living out days reminiscent of an I Love Lucy episode. Hey, Luuuucy!
HEY -that reminds me – any Weird Al Yankovic fans? He’s a local Orange County guy. I have always admired his ability to poke fun. Remember this one – he’s so dang clever!