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Last night, although the entire song of "Man or Muppet" had me laughing (especially the cameo for Walter as a man), the song stuck in my head and I've been pondering it since, even in my sleep. Walter is of course Us, and beautifully done; I'm betting, given what little I've learned about others around here and what people have chosen to reveal of themselves, that many of us do also feel we don't fit in anywhere, that we're...different. Now, like the man Jobs said, Different Is Good, but all the same...when you're different and on your own, it's rough.
Sure, I have friends, we all have 'em. At the very least we know other Muppaphiles here! But I've seen many a post from someone who gets laughed at in their school or workplace or even family for dreaming, for hoping, for doodling or playing or dancing or liking Muppets. "Life's a Happy Song" is a wonderful piece, probably THE standout song in the film, especially the ending rendition...but that ending made me a little sad, and introspective. Yeah, life IS great when you have someone around to share it with, be it a love or a good friend. But sitting alone in the theatre last night -- the only one who came to that showing in full costume, too, though a couple of people wore cool shirts -- it made me more aware of the fact I was indeed alone.
No, I'm not wallowing. I have a lot to be thankful for, and much to do before I'm ready to check out of this hotel, and I hear the clock ticking often. Just wondering when or if I'll meet someone who embodies the perfect someone. I'm not waiting for a prince (you GO Piggy!) but all the same I do have to wonder if I'm ever going to find someone, much less somewhere, which I feel at home with. Accepted by, understood, welcomed -- and can feel all that for the other person in return.
There was -- no joke -- a shooting star which sped over the movie theatre right as I was driving up to it last night. Yes of course I made a wish! I believe in Muppets, in dreaming, in thoughts as well as actions making a difference. I'm a cynic who wishes I didn't have to be cynical about most of the world. I don't talk about these things with anyone anymore. Being more or less anonymous here gives me a little courage. No, I'm not casting a net and hoping some perfect person will see this and jump into it! Miss Scarlett ain't nevah gonna be no size six again, and this Newsie knows better than to pin hopes on longshots. I'm posting this because I get the impression others here also feel this way...like Walter, knowing they're different but not daring to dream of finding their happy place, contenting themselves with what is real and in front of them, which may be adequate but is never ideal. Good for Walter to be able to find the Muppets and live his dream! May we all be so lucky, figuratively speaking.
Sympathy extended for anyone else who heard the song and felt the same, silly though others will surely regard it.
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Last night, although the entire song of "Man or Muppet" had me laughing (especially the cameo for Walter as a man), the song stuck in my head and I've been pondering it since, even in my sleep. Walter is of course Us, and beautifully done; I'm betting, given what little I've learned about others around here and what people have chosen to reveal of themselves, that many of us do also feel we don't fit in anywhere, that we're...different. Now, like the man Jobs said, Different Is Good, but all the same...when you're different and on your own, it's rough.
Sure, I have friends, we all have 'em. At the very least we know other Muppaphiles here! But I've seen many a post from someone who gets laughed at in their school or workplace or even family for dreaming, for hoping, for doodling or playing or dancing or liking Muppets. "Life's a Happy Song" is a wonderful piece, probably THE standout song in the film, especially the ending rendition...but that ending made me a little sad, and introspective. Yeah, life IS great when you have someone around to share it with, be it a love or a good friend. But sitting alone in the theatre last night -- the only one who came to that showing in full costume, too, though a couple of people wore cool shirts -- it made me more aware of the fact I was indeed alone.
No, I'm not wallowing. I have a lot to be thankful for, and much to do before I'm ready to check out of this hotel, and I hear the clock ticking often. Just wondering when or if I'll meet someone who embodies the perfect someone. I'm not waiting for a prince (you GO Piggy!) but all the same I do have to wonder if I'm ever going to find someone, much less somewhere, which I feel at home with. Accepted by, understood, welcomed -- and can feel all that for the other person in return.
There was -- no joke -- a shooting star which sped over the movie theatre right as I was driving up to it last night. Yes of course I made a wish! I believe in Muppets, in dreaming, in thoughts as well as actions making a difference. I'm a cynic who wishes I didn't have to be cynical about most of the world. I don't talk about these things with anyone anymore. Being more or less anonymous here gives me a little courage. No, I'm not casting a net and hoping some perfect person will see this and jump into it! Miss Scarlett ain't nevah gonna be no size six again, and this Newsie knows better than to pin hopes on longshots. I'm posting this because I get the impression others here also feel this way...like Walter, knowing they're different but not daring to dream of finding their happy place, contenting themselves with what is real and in front of them, which may be adequate but is never ideal. Good for Walter to be able to find the Muppets and live his dream! May we all be so lucky, figuratively speaking.
Sympathy extended for anyone else who heard the song and felt the same, silly though others will surely regard it.
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