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I haven't written you in a while. Have you ever read Peanuts? It feels like a stupid question. But for years I had seen Peanuts comics, and I saw nothing for me.

There are so many Peanuts comics. 50 years of daily comic strips. Fifty YEARS. The same jokes are circled back around, and there is a lot of what feels like filler.

But then whenever I go back, after having lived a little more, something that once seemed like filler will hit me in the stomach.

 

I'm right in the middle of trauma therapy, which is confusing and very difficult, and I did not think I'd find myself or my confusion about CPT in Peanuts today. But there I am!


The Muppets has always felt this way for me, too.

You know when you're in love, and every song seems to be about you? Or when you've got a broken heart? There's a part of me that feels that way about "The Rainbow Connection."

For the first section of the song, the singer is outside looking in. "So we've been told, and some choose to believe it."

Some, but not "me." because "Me" is separate. "The lovers, the dreamers, and me. "

Separate.

"Who said that every wish would be heard and answered, when wished on the morning star. Somebody thought of that. And someone believed it."

It's like an admiration of optimism, from outside.

And that is a sad sort of beautiful on its own. But then the singer DOES find their place.

Have you been half asleep

And have you heard voices?

I've heard them calling my name

Is this the sweet sound

That calls the young sailors?

The voice might be one and the same

I've heard it too many times to ignore it

It's something that I'm supposed to be.

Sirens (or mermaids?) luring sailors to their reward. The sweet, beautiful promise of death. "I've heard it too many times to ignore it. It's something that I'm supposed to be." 

There are nights when I listen to The Muppet Movie soundtrack and feel less alone. "I've never been there, but I know the way."

This is coming out darker than I mean it to. It really does make me feel better. It helps to see these feelings in myself, and to be able to name them.

I hope you are well.

Joey

Comments

Wesley Mead

I read every Peanuts strip, all fifty years' worth, through 2022. About two to three months' worth a night, before bed. It left with a newfound respect for the daily comic strip as an artform, and a deep affection for Schulz and the way he was so often able to imbue a four-panel cartoon with real depth.

Karla

Love you Joey

Sarah Porter

I’m always happy to hear from you! I feel this way about a lot of songs from The Weakerthans/John K Samson. I keep getting older and songs keep making more sense, but I’m running out of room for tattoos of the imagery.

Ellis Wolf

Mhmm, I remember I used to think love songs were a joke--so trite--until my first serious relationship where it felt like the radio was reaching out specifically to me after years of feeling irrelevant to the proceedings. The songs I listened to after the break up were just as powerful: I felt so vindictively alive.

Ilan Muskat

My seven year old reads Peanuts every night. His vocabulary when dealing with insecurity and melancholy is getting very robust.

Brandon Seifert

I accidentally introduced someone to The Weakerthans this week, and they thanked me for it. I felt SO accomplished. They're a big one like this for me, too. "I'm going back there, someday" absolutely slays me, every time. And Gonzo's song when Madeline Khan breaks his heart on The Muppet Show, too. "I wish I had a coat of silk, the color of the sky. I wish I had a lady, fair as any butterfly. I wish I had a house of stone, that looked down on the sea. But most of all, I wish that I was someone else but me." That sentiment. And then how it resolves. Just murders me. (Hi, Joey!)

Jenny He

I always loved Peanuts and felt a lot of the laughter towards Charlie Brown's foibles was loving. That made me feel better as an anxious child. And Eeyore was always my favorite too. Something about the melancholy of a beloved figure made it OK to experience those emotions myself. How refreshing! Like a rainy winter morning.