I am obsessed with blogs. I love the idea that ordinary people (like myself) can share their thoughts,dreams,triumphs,failures, weight loss, weight gain, and meals with the world. I love the people I have come to “know” through the blog world.
Since bloggers come in all shapes, sizes, and some with publicists, I will now discuss why I love John Mayer’s blog. Truth be told, his music makes my heart (and mouth) sing. It gives me chills, makes me cry, makes me want to punch a boy in the face then give him a hug…get the picture? So I may be biased, but I truly enjoy his musings on music and life in general. Being a celebrity has its perks, I’m sure, but there is so much us normal folk get to do that celebrities can’t. I can blog about whatever I want, whenever I want. I can post pictures of boys I think are cute, songs I like, food I eat, and workouts I try. I get negative comments every once in a while, but I don’t answer to anyone. Celebrities, on the other hand, have publicists, agents, managers, producers, movie studios, record labels, and the media to answer to. Is it fair? No. Does it still happen? Yes.
That’s why I love when celebrities have their own regular blogs. I’m not talking about blogs on celebrity websites, I’m talking about blogging using tumblr, BlogSpot, Wordpress and the like. John Mayer’s blog is just crap he likes to talk about, questions he likes to answer and weird videos he likes to make. I dig that. It feels like a glimpse into the John Mayer I’m not supposed to see; like I’m being let in on a secret. Also, I think he’s very honest and rebels against the idea that he has an “image” to keep up. I think we can all agree that his “image” went out the window with that unfortunate Playboy article and although I shouldn’t have to say this I will: I do not agree with everything John Mayer says. But, I do agree with this:
I wish that when I was younger I could have met my current self. We would have sat down at a coffee shop so that I could explain life to young me in terms that only we would understand. It would have saved me a lot of hardship.
You can listen to all the sage wisdom you want, but things only make sense when you can explain them to yourself in your own words. For instance, I’ve been told for three years that Breaking Bad is the best show on television, but only after I watched it was I able to tell myself exactly why everyone was right. Other truths I know now that I can explain them: that I’m not missing any crucial information and that poker really isn’t all that fun; that heartbreaks do fade but they take about a year longer than you expect and by the time they do you really don’t care about it enough to notice; and above all else, life is simpler than you think.
I used to think that life was an intricate series of levers and pulleys, buttons and switches, Mexican standoffs and hostage negotiations. As I get older I realize that life is more Netherlands minimalist than Jackson Pollock. The problems don’t get fewer, and in fact they grow in number, but the way I index them in the database is different. More problems get filed under fewer category headers.
Things are getting simpler, and it’s making life better. Here’s the cheat sheet:
People want to be liked. We all crave attention and affection and we all reject shame. When we get embarrassed we send a thug version of ourselves to the forefront to do our fighting for us. We’re at the top of the food chain just under fear. We don’t want to be in a relationship to hear the words “I love you,” we want to be in a relationship to say the words “I love you.” We want to feel needed, and exceptional and we hate feeling insignificant. We want to ace a hearing test. We are binary creatures; if we’re the plaintiff, we want to win every dollar. If we’re the defendant, we want guard every penny. We want to make more money than last year. We don’t want to get cancer or die in our cars and we want the same for our loved ones. We go out on weekends to try and have sex while trying not to get punched in the face. We drink so we can be ourselves and not mind it so much. We’re desperate to be understood. We want to know someone else has felt it, too. We hate being judged unfairly. We want to make the person we heard wasn’t all that into us change their minds and admit they had us wrong. We want sunny skies with a chance of killer tornadoes, just to keep music sounding good. We take hours upon hours to admit to self consciousness. We don’t know exactly how to pleasure each other. We just want love. In any and every form.
See? It’s simple. :)
Let’s keep it simple on this Wednesday. And that will conclude my fangirl post on John Mayer.