Yo! Toby Keith and Me (Yes, Me, I, My)

Yo… yo… and yo again. A couple of years ago I was taking Spanish classes. There was a woman in my class who was really neurotic, blunt and funny.  We “advanced beginners” were working on preterite conjugations, and this woman (overwhelmed as she often was) said that she’d “decided to just stick with the first person singular because most people only talk about themselves anyway.”

I laughed.  Then I cringed.  Because I know that being self-referential is my default mode.  Anybody else?

I’ve been thinking about the quote by Abigail Van Buren (“Dear Abby”) to the effect that there are two sorts of people in the world, those who walk into a room and say, “Here I am!” and those who walk in and say, “There YOU are!”  I am the former; I want to be the latter.

Sometimes I act as if life were a talent show, with me as the judge (and no one is getting a very high score when I make it all about me and what I want and need).  

And I pray that way too… with an old children’s prayer of “God bless the moon, and God bless me” not being too far off some days.

Often I forget that I’m not the center of the universe, or the lead in a movie (with everyone else playing, simply, supporting roles in MY drama).

And I forget that you may be seeing me simply as a bit player in your drama.  Therefore my agenda in our interactions (even when I claim I don’t have an agenda) may be working at cross purposes with what you thought we were doing.

Actually when you consider this, it’s amazing that we humans get along as well as we do.

Sometimes I have to laugh at my foibles and inclinations.  And I hope that laughter turns me, reorients me, even a little.

So I’ve been imagining the people in my life singing a chorus of Toby Keith’s song, I Wanna Talk about Me to me (and maybe some of you actually are singing the song):

We talk about your work how your boss is a jerk
We talk about your church and your head when it hurts
We talk about the troubles you’ve been having with your brother
About your daddy and your mother and your crazy ex-lover
We talk about your friends and the places that you’ve been
We talk about your skin and the dimples on your chin
The polish on your toes and the run in your hose
And God knows we’re gonna talk about your clothes
You know talking about you makes me smile
But every once in awhile

I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about meeeeee (me,me,me,me-background singers)
I wanna talk about me (me,me-background singers)

We talk about your dreams and we talk about your schemes
your high school team and your moisturizer creme
We talk about your nanna up in Muncie, Indiana
We talk about your grandma down in Alabama
We talk about your guys of every shape and size
The ones that you despise and the ones you idolize
We talk about your heart, bout your brains and your smarts
And your medical charts and when you start
You know talking about you makes me grin
But every now and then

I wanna talk about me
Wanna talk about I
Wanna talk about number one
Oh my me my
What I think, what I like, what I know, what I want, what I see
I like talking about you you you you, usually, but occasionally
I wanna talk about me (me,me,me,me)

 

So in the interest in being a “There you are!” person, I’ll ask, “Who has something to say?”

Cause I’m all ears (at least for a few minutes)!

2 thoughts on “Yo! Toby Keith and Me (Yes, Me, I, My)


  1. Love this, Carrie. Once again you’re stepping on my toes, but in such a lighthearted way . . . it doesn’t hurt so badly. 🙂

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