I’ve tried standup comedy exactly once in my life. It was (I think) my freshman year in college – the school put on an open mic night, and I decided to give it a shot. I’d always loved standup, people told me I was funny, and college is supposed to be about broadening your horizons and trying new things. Leading up to it, I spent most of my time daydreaming about absolutely bringing down the house: firing off joke after joke in rapid succession, each one landing more perfectly than the last. In my mind, it was going to be an “I was there when…” kind of thing. About a day or so before the open mic, my roommate asked me what I was going to talk about, and I didn’t have an answer. I hadn’t even thought about it; in fact, I had no idea how to write jokes.
On Misplaced Admiration
On Misplaced Admiration
On Misplaced Admiration
I’ve tried standup comedy exactly once in my life. It was (I think) my freshman year in college – the school put on an open mic night, and I decided to give it a shot. I’d always loved standup, people told me I was funny, and college is supposed to be about broadening your horizons and trying new things. Leading up to it, I spent most of my time daydreaming about absolutely bringing down the house: firing off joke after joke in rapid succession, each one landing more perfectly than the last. In my mind, it was going to be an “I was there when…” kind of thing. About a day or so before the open mic, my roommate asked me what I was going to talk about, and I didn’t have an answer. I hadn’t even thought about it; in fact, I had no idea how to write jokes.