Broke and SingleMy Life is but a Mere String of ‘Seinfeld' AnecdotesAlec Banks

The holidays are over. Things have been exchanged both through retail outlets and mouth to mouth spouting. The proverbial cup runneth over, so it’s high time to start slurping exactly what just happened over the last couple months and digest it quickly like it were a flaming spirit from the local barkeep. While at home, I’ve learned things about myself that I’ve long-since known but have been too much of a mouse to really pony up and accept, as if pairs of tube socks from Great Grandma Mable.

I have a problem. A big problem. My very existence is just a Super Rope-esque string of Seinfeld references. It’s been 14 years since the American classic went off the air. That’s 5,110 days to latch onto something else. I suppose it’s lucky that I at least hung onto something that isn’t as embarrassing to be at one’s core as say, Family Matters, which also happened to sign off in 1998 with one last snortle from Jaleel White.

There’s always that. I don’t live my life according to Urkel.

It seems that no matter the occasion, I’m drawn to the following sentence when trying to absorb and make sense of what a person is saying to me: “Oh, that’s just like Seinfeld when…”

George tried to impress his dead fiancé’s parents by telling them he had a place in the Hamptons.
Jerry realized he had to keep a van because his sensitive old friend dug holes in the woods when he heard bad news.
Kramer sought help from the Maestro and “put the balm on.”
Elaine decided to liven up a party by starting to dance.

The first time I break out something really obscure, I can see the person I’m talking to generally impressed with the reference. Face it, referencing classic television in 2012 is like dropping Nate Hawthorne quotes on a generation past. But it’s that second and third mention of Crazy Joe Davola, Man Hands and shrinkage that seem to make people sick to their stomach like someone had just gotten rat-hat residue all over a Kenny Rogers Roaster’s (there I go again!). It’s a sickness, kinda like when Jerry prescribes Mr. Pitt the wrong kind of medicine because he mistakes him for a pharmacist. Now I’m bordering on dementia, kinda like when Mr. Peterman goes mad in the Burmese Jungles (now this is just getting ridiculous).

But perhaps there’s something valuable to possessing some of Larry David’s deepest, darkest views on the people and situations around us. Thus, I offer you a crash-course in Seinfeld Psychology.

On money: When looking to pay back a debt that people aren’t willing to accept the money back for, buy them a wallet/purse and stash the money inside. Just don’t hope they 86 the gift from their persons and slam dunk it in the trash can.

On jimmy legs: It is perfectly okay to sleep in separate beds if you’re significant other has restless legs/arms.

On eating lunch with your boss: Bring calzones.

On having to look at an ugly baby: Yes.  There are ugly babies just like there are ugly brides. You still have to look.

On cheap wedding invitations: Don’t do it.

On men who talk to0 close: There’s intimacy and then there’s being an oxygen thief.

On woman who have hands like men: Slip up and they’ll probably treat your naughty bits like a Maine lobster.

On men with hair pieces: It’s vanity, not cancer.

On things that taste really good: No matter what they say, it’s not fat free.

On people who park your car: They most definitely use it as either a toilet or sexual setting.

On shrinkage: It’s a sensitive creature. It hides when it needs to defend itself from inclement weather and trouser sharks.

On food that is offered for you to taste: If you don’t want to, give a reason.  Merely shaking your head “no” as to why makes you a sociopath.

On women with first names that sound like a female body part: Her name is Delores, not Mulva.

On nicknames: Nicknames are given, not chosen for individuals. Ain’t that right, T-Bone?

On attending the movies: There is no such thing as saving seats, nor is it tolerated to make out during Holocaust films.

On meaningless chatter: It’s not about nothing.

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  1. My son’s and I do this all the time … and their
    your age … We love Seinfeld, know every episode inside and out and actually got a Seinfeld trivia game for Christmas … guess we maybe out of “the times” but it’s a classic!

  2. So true! No matter how long it’s been since you’ve seen any Seinfeld episode, life will access that Seinfeld reference file! It’s become hard wired!

  3. I do this most prominently with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and with The Office but also with Seinfeld. People do get very annoyed. Whatever, this is how my brain works!

  4. I do the same thing, but with Arrested Development. A special bond is always formed when the other person understands the reference. “COME ON!”

  5. I wish I had your problem. I do the same thing, but with Sex and the City. I don’t even say the name of the show, just “It’s like when Charlotte…” and then people have to stop and ask me who my “friend” Charlotte is. So embarrassing. I’ll trade you for Seinfeld any day.

  6. The good news is when you have a group of 4 to 5 people in your life who you honestly only have conversations in seinfeld quotes. I don’t know the last time we had a conversation that wasn’t backed up by a good seinfeld reference!

  7. I love Seinfeld. I always make references too but with quotes lol.

    Anonymous | 1/05/2012 11:01 am
  8. My friends and I truly believe, just as there is “an app for that” whenever something totally normal yet totally unexplainable happens, we just say “there’s a seinfeld episode for that.”

  9. Read through all of this expecting it to be written by a girl and it’s a dude… marry me.

  10. This is me too! I still crack up when watching reruns.

  11. My life in a nutshell! I wish more people my age understood the Seinfeld humor. I’m only 21, so I guess its a little strange to think I grew up watching reruns of the show. I still love it now as much as I did then!

  12. Oh, the humanity!