Joe’s have it rough. If having their good names besmirched by a Biden or Manchin, or having a Crab Shack named after them, isn’t bad enough, they are saddled with the thankless task of exemplifying mediocrity; of holding down the middle.
Order Up
I wake up earlier than your average Joe. This morning was no different. I couldn’t sleep. I was restless and eager to start my day. With the headlines from the Drudge Report fresh on my mind; first, a question, then another, began to consume my thoughts. I couldn’t let them go unanswered, for within them I might find a clue as to how my day would begin. Would they provide the stimulation to stay awake or leave me with a numbing effect that would entice me back to bed? “In how many ways can I be average?” I thought, “How can I ensure that my life has all the consistency of a bowl of Oatmeal; or for y’all south of the Mason Dixon line, the flavor of a plate of grits?”
Feet in the Morning
There is nothing better than starting off one’s day with such a light and fluffy question. After all, if I measure my success with a yardstick, who is to say that my yardstick has to be a full three feet? Who’s ruling is definitive, Dr. Seuss? I can just shorten it up, using the average foot size of all of the toddler’s named Joe rather than the average foot size of Joe’s in the NBA. There, my day just got easier. Following this train of thought, I should be back in bed in no time — assuming, of course, I can displace the Wonder Pup from my pillow.
Say It Ain’t So
Isn’t that how we are supposed to shape our aspirations and achieve our goals? What we cannot reach, a pinnacle that we once we were certain was within our grasp, we simply minimize; what we cannot overcome, we avoid. Something doesn’t feel right. What would your average Joe do? But who speaks for them? Are they so marginalized that they have no voice; so alienated that no one is willing to stand in their place?
Maybe I can be one of their thought leaders, but how? Where do these average Joe’s congregate? How do I reach them en mass? Do I run an add on the View or buy a mailing list from the local chapter of Bernie in 2020? Are they the over-educated, yet chronically underemployed settling for jobs as convenience store barista’s, selling average joe by the quart to average Joe’s and other weary travelers? Perhaps, these can be my people, maybe this is where I belong!
I know an average Joe, he is a friend of mine. Trust me, you are no average Joe.
Joe Knows…Average
When someone is willing to invest themselves in the lives of others because they see them differently than they see themselves, or detect a character trait or a sparkle that is absent in your average Joe, lives are changed. When they are able to convince us that average is a state of mind and not a rung on some arbitrary socioeconomic ladder, it can leave one speechless. I would like to thank all those that crashed into my world delivering a message that I need to hear that leaves me without words.
Stay tuned!
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Sure, Ivy, you can keep your job if you support Bernie in 2020.I know, he promised you a lifetime supply of free Beggin’ Strips.
Al and his faithful, but overindulgent sidekick, Ivy the Wonder Pup.
Breakfast does sound good. How far away is the nearest Waffle House?