This Comedy Life

I'm trying to get used to the idea of being a comedian. A stand-up comedian, that is. It wasn't until people I barely know, that I work around in the office, really started complimenting me on being funny, that I thought seriously about it. Namely, when the really cute guy, known to 'Fearless Music' as the 'Eligible Bachelor' or the 'Pretty Boy,' started seeking me out to talk about it... I think it's because I am like, "I will work on anything with you..." (Eyelash bat, eyelash bat... you get the idea)

But I have to constantly remind myself: guys who think I am funny do not necessarily want to sleep with me. In my case, they never do. And as someone who resorts to comedy all the time, most likely as a defense-mechanism, I believe it is my best trait and the one I have worked the hardest at, therefore the one that should get me the guy. Not to mention how I started to feel at the prospect of this comedy life. Mike said, "I know your life-long dream is to make phone calls for 'Fearless Music,' but you should give this a try..." And I was like, "Yeah, duh!" I immediately had visions of myself as the next Tina Fey. I started looking at people on the subway thinking, "You don't even know you're sitting next to someone who will someday be a household name!"

How egotistical! How much fun! I sat down to write a joke and couldn't do it... What kind of comedian am I? Am I the goofy one who does voices and act everything out? Am I just sarcastic and dry like everyone says I am? Or, as I was recently told, I just need to do the open-mic to really figure it out. You find out when you're on-stage, not off, then you'll just confuse yourself.

This is like that "You can't get a job without experience, and you can't get experience without a job" debacle. One day it will all make sense. But for now, I'm still a comedian with my friends, I have people backing me up purely for the sake of comedy, that is. And I have the dream... or the drive or whatever it is.