Now answer my question: you are portraying yourself as a "common people" now, aren't you? Do you consider yourself common?
A quick look at Miss Marple's "Simple Folks" lyric confirms how common I am: I whistle, I sing and down here I'm known as a "Stepper" (I dance). Folks know it's me coming down the hall, in other words, by the whistling alone. I can even whistle like a boy -- stop a cab on a dime in Manhattan. Surely it does not get more common than that.
Even my own Mom knows I'm just a regular sort. Once when I was a grade-schooler, I asked her if I could become a saint and she gently informed me that saints are "extraordinary" folk. So, don't you worry, Howlin. I've never suffered unduly from delusions of grandeur ... or sainthood.
I must admit that your and Amelia's and Miss Marple's dismaying pettiness is precisely the reason I didn't tell anyone but family and close friends I'd be on the show. Far be it from me to join The Sweater or the Opening Montage or The Way He Laughs as fuel for your ill will to burn in lieu of substantive criticism of the show's content.
Regards.