Oh look, it’s me! Acting and stuff! This video is shorter and much funnier than the last video I posted with my face in it so you should definitely watch it.
Billy was my man Shamus.
I’m not Comedy Central, however…
Yesterday I met a friend’s new boyfriend and I was introduced as being really funny and then the guy said, “Tell a joke!” Well that kind of failed, even though I just said what I was talking about before. (What the hell was I talking about? Oh, wanting to be Kanye West in my next life.) Anyway, then I was told I was more hilarious because of my stories and then the idea of stand up comedy delved its way into the conversation…
I do talk quite a lot. To my friends anyway—not so much in my classes. Well, okay, in my classes too, but there’s this weird pretentious air I feel in the midst of my peers. (It’s most likely imagined, but the majority of things I say don’t seem to register and I get weird looks at times—maybe I’m just a freak? Probably.) What was I saying? Oh. I talk. A lot. And I have a bookshelf of stories just sitting inside my head and occasionally one that’s been pushed to the back will be found and I’ll surprise myself with a tale I totally forgot about. My problem though is that sometimes I feel like I talk too much. Friends laugh in response my little rants and memories, but plenty of times I’m unfiltered and earn a justified remark of, “Cool story bro.”
One solution would be to write some of this shit down, but there’s no performance in that. I could simply shut the fuck up, which I actually do for short periods of time when I start to get insecure about talking to people at all. Whenever anyone says to, “Shut up,” my auto-reply is “NO!” So that’s not necessarily going to work long-term…
Stand up comedy though. Huh. Wouldn’t that be fun? I don’t know. It’s more personal than a role on stage, but not as personal as, say, a poetry slam (especially when your poetry relays some real deep shit ~feelings~ from when you wrote it as a depressed young teenager.) I’ve done both. I do love telling my stories though, even when I don’t intend to—even to strangers! It probably scares them away. But think about a stand-up routine. All those strangers…TRAPPED IN THE AUDIENCE AND FORCED TO LISTEN TO ME TALK!
Okay, that’s not how it goes generally, and who wants to force others to listen to you anyway? Not me. Okay, maybe me. All I’m saying is that it might be something to try in the future. Yeah. No harm in that thought.
