Everyone has an inner Muppet.
We hate to admit it, but all of us can be broken down into the sum (or whole) parts of these Jim Henson characters.
If The Muppet Show is new to some of you reading this (horrors!), I strongly urge you to pick up a DVD today. If not for psychological analysis, do it for the laughs.
For others in my generation, oh, the memories! Bring a tear to your eye by listening to the opening theme song again. Remember these crazies? Beaker, Sam the Eagle, the Swedish Chef, Animal, Gonzo and his chicken and of course Miss Piggy and Kermit? What about Piiiiigs Iiiiin Spaaaaace?
In this season of introspection, I cannot help but examine my personality and come to the conclusion that I have inner Muppets.
I am 50 percent Statler and Waldorf (the two old men sitting at the balcony throwing insults), 20 percent Beaker (he tries so hard to be understood), 20 percent Fozzie Bear (hamming it up but never getting the laughs), 9 percent Miss Piggy (for the Hello-Kitty-loving side of me) and 1 percent Animal (I love adventure, but not too much).
Forget Freud, Jung and your $100-an-hour therapist. Muppetology is all you need to make sense of You.
The Muppets were funny, flawed and frenetic about their little lives in that theater. They fumbled and fought, but the show always went on. They were human.
Our inner Muppets are being replaced by reality shows that swap houses, wives and what little intelligence is left; a visual world that embraces the easy (and pretty) explanation and an Internet culture that mutates reading and writing into exCelent grammer, yo 
What’s your Muppet? Hold on to it.
And if you see a muppet wandering, I seem to have misplaced my inner Animal.
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