Listening to the Darryl Worley single, my mind kept drifting to one of my favorite Simpsons episodes. Apu, proprietor of the Kwik-E-Mart, has recently become the father of octuplets. He hasn’t slept in weeks, and he’s struggling with exhaustion as he tries to finish his workday. In walks ever-chipper Ned Flanders:
Ned: Well, morning Apu. How are the little blessings?
Apu: They’re a ravenous sworm of locusts just eating and screaming and grabbing and poking and pulling and drooling, and two have cradle rash. How do you get cradle rash when you sleep in a suitcase?
Ned: [chuckles] They can be a handful… of joy!
Apu: Shut up!
Ned: They’ll fill your lives with -
Apu: SHUT UP!
Ned: [quickly] Can’t put a price on a miracle!
Apu: I can’t believe you don’t shut up!
Perhaps if he’d been allowed to finish, Ned would’ve told Apu, “Sounds like life to me!”
Here’s the setup: Worley has been summoned by his friend’s wife, who claims that her hubby has fallen off the wagon. Worley finds him drinking at a local watering hole, and asks his friend what the problem is. Well, it seems that the stress of raising a family has gotten to him. He’s having trouble paying the bills, he never has a moment to rest, and his wife is two months late.
Worley’s response? Well, what the heck did you expect life to be like, good friend! Stop your whining and head back home. Or has he puts it, “I know it’s tough, but you got to suck it up.”
Hey, I’ve heard quite a bit of 21st century country music. I get the message the song is trying to send: “I know you’re thinking ‘there goes my life,’ but hurry back to your front porch looking in because you’re gonna miss this.” But a good friend in this situation would just let his friend vent, buy him one more round, and give him a ride home.
Quite frankly, the friend’s venting would make for a far more interesting and believable country song, perhaps one that doesn’t make me want to say, “Shut up. Shut up! I can’t believe you don’t shut up!”
Listen: Sounds Like Life to Me