I want to be parodied, too


I was reading an article about the Rolling Stones in… Rolling Stone magazine and it mentioned how Mick Jagger still mugged it up on stage.

That got me thinking about Mick Jagger….which got me thinking about mugging it up…which got me thinking about the difference between being parodied and being made fun of.

I know about mugging it up.

I know about being made fun of, too.  That’s not always a whole lot of fun.  It never happened all that much…but when it did it was kind of a pain in the rear.

But being parodied?  That would be a new experience.

Parodied has some power behind it…like something you did had so much attention grabbing validity that someone couldn’t help but tweak it a little to…make fun of you.

Wait a minute…maybe they aren’t so different after all?

Maybe when someone parodies you, one of your handlers could say that it was hilarious and congratulate you on being noticed.  Having a squadron of brown nosers around would be helpful to deflect some of the confusion that comes when you’re made fun of….er, parodied.

I don’t really know…it might not be such a blessing to be noticed.

I’m noticed right now when I drive that white Jeep around.  I am a presence…I am the mailman.

But nobodies going to parody me…it would be too hard to set it up correctly.  It is something I do where I am noticed…but not known.

As much as possible…for someone who is seen everyday by the whole community…I am incognito.

Maybe that’s for the best.

When a customer gets upset because their mailbox door fell open, it’s probably good that we don’t have a really close relationship.

Anonymity can be a good thing.

So what it comes down to is another one of those “be careful what you pray for” kind of situations.  People make their “deal with the devil” and then bemoan all the bad things that piggy back in with the resulting fame…they complain when they’re well-known enough to be parodied but do everything they can to stay in the public’s attention…even if it’s something obviously desperate and pathetic.

Maybe what I really want is to just get PAID.

The best scenario would be to lay low, do the work…and get paid.  Get paid over and over.  Over and over….many times in a row.

01 I Need a Dollar

Maybe what I want is the Scrooge McDuck ability to body surf on the giant piles of money…but do it in a house that people look at and say, ” I wonder what goes on in there?”.

When our ship comes in…why then all our troubles will be over.

At some point I suppose we’d get tired of looking at that big boat, though.

I still think that the real riches are the ones we carry with us…rich or poor, what’s inside is what lasts…what we carry inside, in our hearts and spirit,  is the only thing that really matters.

But some major jack sure does GREEEEZE SOME WHEELS.





















About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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