Bert 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 looks a little 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,