It’s All in a Word


All it took was a few retweets to have me hooked.  I would be scrolling through my timeline, and suddenly I would see a muppet tweet from a certain Beaker.  The tweet simply proclaimed, “Meep!  Meep!  Meep!”  Whenever I saw this, I instantly smiled.

One day recently, while shopping, I was having a particularly rough time navigating around people.  They just seemed to be in their own zones, totally unaware of others around them.  Either their carts were invading most of the aisle, or they were slowly walking along in the middle of the aisle as they perused every label of darn near every product. 

But one man took the cake, or in this case, the yogurt.  He was cinched up tightly with his cart next to the dairy case.  I waited patiently near him while he was making what appeared to be the decision of the century.  And waited some more.  My brain began a slow smolder.  I was ready to cuss him out in my mind.  Then suddenly instead of evoking the usual four letter word, I was silently “meep-ing”.

Meep, meep, meep, said silently, picturing Beaker, made me laugh to myself.  Instead of getting angry over something in which I had no control, I was immediately lighter in heart and mind.

When I got home, I began to follow this muppet on Twitter.  I told my husband about my transition from angry to relaxed because of thinking “meep” instead of a whole internal diatribe.  A few days later, he shared with me how on the road when someone cut him off, he too used “meeping” instead of bleeping.

So I say thank you to Beaker Meaps for helping me not take life so seriously.  I am the one who now retweets his “meep” tweets.  Perhaps someone else will be transformed in a simple yet joyous way.

Meep!  Meep!  Meep!  And no, I have not gone off my rocker, thank you very little.  Try it yourself.  Who knows, one person at a meeping time, Beaker may be changing the world.

About andreamarjulie

Just trying to navigate a life circumvented by chronic migraines. Sometimes I write about managing with those, but at other times I am prone to deviate a bit.
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