I am quite confident that the only person that does not find me hysterical is my mother. The woman is immune to good humor. The joy of being the comedy relief out of your friend group can be one of the best places to be, since your whole existence centers around making everyone around you smile. That and the added bonus of getting to talk and act like an idiot and everyone adores you for it because obviously you are doing something right in life. However a major downside of trying to be funny all the time is that eventually the line between when to be serious and when it's ok to try to lighten the air slightly. Unfortunately though, I have had several instances where I chose the wrong moment to make wisecracks when a more sensitive tone would have helped, but you win some, and you lose some.
Finally we are faced with the question that I have been asked several times in the past few months, do I ever consider being a comedian? The answer to that is absolutely not, I enjoy eating three meals a day and having a roof over my head to much, so I am going to be an artist instead. But in all honesty, I really could only see myself doing the occasional open mic or wedding roasts. And I’ll just reserve my glorious stories for the people in the room I think may be a little to quiet or you know, boring. Though I would enjoy the class clown spot in the yearbook. Another huge factor in most of routine is the ability to bounce jokes off of my sister to keep the story going, though I am capable being funny on my own having her there to poke fun at makes my job way easier since having more than one person to talk to makes the setting feel more like a conversation, that the intended audience can be a part of, rather than a story being told to someone while you hope that they pay attention or understand the punch line. Plus another added bonus of being able to show a physical connection to the jokes I make about her forehead.
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