John Mayer & Me

Just a quick little blog tonight before bed!


I think John Mayer & I suffer from the same complex.  I'm not exactly sure what the name of it is, but whatever it's called when you have the fear of getting old - I've got it.  I'm pretty sure John Mayer does too.  Or, maybe I'm just reading WAY too much into his lyrics.  I'll admit, I've been pretty obsessed with the d-bag since I saw his concert in Nashville last month but I'm fascinated by the plethora of colorful ways he phrases "I don't want to grow up."


I don't know if it's getting older that bothers me or growing up.  They are two things that are so alike, yet so different.  When I think of getting older I think of how I can go for a month without riding a horse & the next time I'm on one, I'm sore for a week.  My knees hurt, old injuries slow me down and I slap on wrinkle cream like it's nobody's business. 


I try to avoid being a grown up at all costs (with the exception of 8-5, Monday - Friday! Ha!) - I feel sorry for those mom's that you see on Friday nights at Wal-Mart.  They're out at 11:00, in Mickey Mouse sweatshirts pushing two shopping carts full of stuff because apparently a husband & 2.5 kids need as much food & crap as a small army each week.  One night, I heard one of those mom's say to another that she was so excited to be out of the house.  Ugh - NO THANK YOU!  If hitting up the Wally World is the highlight of my life, just shoot me & put me out of my misery.  I don't want a minivan.  I don't even know that I want those rug rats that make driving a minivan a necessity.


Having said that, can you imagine John Mayer in pleated khakis, a sweatshirt with Goofy on it & a sucker firmly lodged in his hair just being glad he's able to get out of the house?  Nah.  Me either.  Of course, if he were "that guy", he probably wouldn't be dodging the paparazzi & oozing verbal diarrhea while simultaneously offending everyone on the face of the earth.  But whatever - that's who he is & I digress...


Anyway, like I said, I can avoid being a grown-up but can I avoid aging?  And how unfair is it that as men get older, they get a little gray & some crow's feet and suddenly they look distinguished?  When it happens to women, we just look old, tired & in serious need of a trip to the salon.  There's nothing like a good double standard! 


Oh well.  That's it for tonight.  It's basically a rambling tangent about nothing in particular.  As I read this, it's not even really humorous & that kind of bums me out.  I will do better next time.  Until then, I'll keep pondering ways to "Stop This Train" & "worry about the outcome of a still verdictless life".  Now go, listen to some John Mayer... songs that is, not interviews!