MediocreMan

Lyrical Blog Post · 24 January 2026

Hey you. Do you ever just say stuff that ends up being song lyrics? Yeah. Me neither.

Okay. Yes, I do. Sometimes, like when it is Saturday. In the Park. Maybe even on the Fourth of July. That is when I get those lyrics in my head. And then I hear the songs too. Even the people talking turn into song lyrics. It is rather an interesting phenomenon. But I welcome it. With open arms.

But there are times when it is annoying too. Like when I get a jingle stuck in my head. Two all beef patties. Special sauce. Ugh. I sometimes even hear it backwards. Bun seed sesame… (By the way, I learned the Big Mac ingredients song lyrics backward a long time ago, but I still remember it. Really. I am sure that I spent way too much time doing it. But I probably did it because somebody told me I could not. Ah well. The things that take up space in my head.)

Well, I thought that lyrics would just spring into my head when I had the idea for this blog post. I mean, c’mon. I could live my glory days. They have not passed me by. But here I am somewhere in the middle of this blog post and lyrics are not coming to mind. Or are they?

What I really should have done was plan this blog post. I should have thought of a bunch of song lyrics and interspersed them thoughout. I should have thought about different subjects that have songs associated with them. I mean really, that might have impressed somebody much. But not me. That don’t impress me much. No.

At any rate.

I was going to mention something about Ophelia, but I do not know the lyrics to that song. Just a bit of the tune. Catchy. At least to a certain extent. And that woman in red in the video. I am not a Swifty, but I like some of her songs. She is quite talented.

I know. I am rambling. I suppose I have rambling on my mind. Or is rambling just a state of mind. Like a holiday. Time to celebrate. And if we really think about it, many days can be like holidays. Or maybe we should just treat each day as a gift. (Yes. That is why they call it the present.)

Okay. Now I am just being silly. Spewing forth idioms and sayings and such. Ah well. Nothing like a MediocreMan post. It does remind me of Jibber Jabber. That was a fun post. I wrote the whole thing with Jibber Jabber. Or at least I thought I did. Until I read it. A bunch of Jibber Jabber, but not every word. I guess it is better than Yabba dabba doo. Meet the Flintstones. Hmm. I suppose this could be the tale of the castaway blog post. (Yeah. Unfortunately, I remember lots of TV show songs too. More things taking up space in my head.)

Well, that is about it. I do not have a plethora of song lyrics in my head that I can just put into a blog post (although they come unbidden when I am in conversation). Still, I did get quite a few in there. Some were just close, but that is okay. It is Saturday (as I am writing this), but I am not in the park. And it is definitely not the Fourth of July. Still, I am going to call out again because I wonder.

Hello… Is there anybody out there?

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Is There Anybody out There? · 17 January 2026

Hello… Is there anybody out there?

If you heard the echoes of “Hello” as you read the above, then maybe you are also hearing Pink Floyd in your head right now. And that is okay. As long as they do not think my post needs to come down because I used a few words from their song and mentioned their group’s name.

Of course, that would be silly. I would love people to quote me and mention my name. Or my moniker. MediocreMan. That would be fantastic. Point people to my blog and my books. That would be quite amazing.

At any rate.

I do wonder if anybody is out there. Rather if anybody out there on the whole interweb is reading this silly blog. I do. Wonder, that is. It is not that I am insecure or anything. I just wonder because I do not check my stats or my email as much as I used to. I really should do that. Check both of them. Just to see if anybody is out there.

I do know that spammers are out there. They make themselves known in many ways. Mostly through spam. I hate that. Spam spam spam spam. Sounds like a bad Monte Python skit. Or at least a song. (I hope I do not get in trouble for that either. Sheesh.)

I know that it is silly thinking about an audience. After all, I would write whether I had any audience or not. I just cannot stop writing. It is a blessing. Or a curse. Depending on how you look at it. I suppose it is a glass half full sort of thing. I like to write. I think writing is a gift from God. But at the same time, I wonder if it might also be a curse. I feel like I must write all the time. Just like I feel like I must breathe all the time. Of course with breathing, it is definitely more than a feeling. It really is a necessity. (I wonder if I might get in trouble with Boston for those words.)

I wonder if that might be a blog post. Getting in trouble for posting phrases from songs. Then again, maybe a whole blog post with just song lyrics. That might be interesting. It might even be an idea that I would welcome with open arms. Hmm. (Oops. More lyrics.)

At any rate.

I do sometimes wonder if this whole blogging experiment has run its course. I wonder if my few faithful readers (both real and imaginary) would even miss me if I missed a week or two or more. But I suppose it does not really matter. I would still write. Truly. Whether anybody read my posts or not.

And yes. If a tree falls in the woods but nobody is around to hear it, it still makes a sound. And so it is with blogging. If a blogger posts on the internet but nobody reads, is he (or she) still a writer? Yes. I think so. And at this point in my life, I would no longer say that I am an aspiring writer. I am a writer. Maybe not a writer who very many people read, but I am a writer.

I hope that somebody is out there reading. But if not that is okay. Still, I do wonder. Is there anybody out there?

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Just Okay · 10 January 2026

Being just okay is okay.

Apparently, I think that all the movies and shows we watch are just okay. Not great. Not good. Just okay. Which is… Well… Which is okay.

Think about it. Not everything can be great. Not everything can be fantastic. But not everything can be horrible either. That is just the nature of everything. In fact, most everything is average. Mediocre. Just okay.

I think that we place too much emphasis on being the best. After all, if most things are average, then that means that we, by definitiion, cannot be the best. At least not at everything. Probably not at most things. But maybe… Just maybe, we can be the best at something. Which would be nice. To be the best at one thing. Or even near the best at one thing would be good. It would even be great.

Now, I am not saying that we should all strive to be just okay. That we should strive to be mediocre. (After all, there is just one MediocreMan.) No. I think we should strive to be the greatest. At least the greatest that we can be. We should strive to create great things. Do great things. Be great beings. But striving for greatness should not get in the way of actually creating things, doing things, being beings.

And it should not get in the way of completing things. After all, something that is not complete is definitely not as good as something that is complete but just okay. I will take something that is just okay and complete over something that is not finished.

I do not remember the saying (and I do not want to look it up), but there is one that says that greatness sometimes stands in the way of goodness. Or something like that. I think it means that we strive for perfection but give up because we know we cannot attain it. (Okay, I looked it up. Perfect is the enemy of good. That quote (attributed to Voltaire) is at least one of the sayings about good enough.) So while we can strive for perfection, we need to know when something is complete. When it is good enough.

I have one more thought about just okay.

I do not remember where I heard it, but I like the notion of being discontentedly content. Or maybe it is contentedly discontent. Either way, it works. I strive to be content where I am at as a person. At everything I do. And yet even as I am content, I know that I am not there yet. I am not where I want to be. I have work to do. So I am a little discontent at where I am. Which might sound crazy, but it is a great attitude to have. I know I am not where I want to be, yet I am content to be where I am. I am discontentedly content. Or contentedly discontent. Either way. When it comes down to it, I am just okay. And that is okay.

Which is where I started. I know that I am not a movie or TV show, but like most of them, I am just okay. And I am okay with that.

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