Laughing Queen
In school, I was the quiet one. With my head down, I wasn’t really one to draw anyone’s eye. Nor did I see the point of being popular. I suppose you could say that I was more a wallflower than anything else. Even among the circle of friends at high school, I was somewhat on the periphery. My interests were always a little niche. It’s not every little girl that likes to pretend play Neopets or Zoids or Dragonball Z and gallop around the playground. And in high school, I suddenly found interacting with the boys that were my own age just wasn’t as fun as it used to be.
So, it’s been a little strange that as I’ve entered the workplace, I’ve seemed to adopt the persona of a ‘social butterfly.’ I say this with quote marks because I don’t really consider myself a social butterfly. Rather, I’m curious about the lives of those around me and want to foster a sense of camaraderie that seems lost now that my life is on such a different trajectory than those I might have considered close friends in the past.
In fact, I’ve become such a ‘social butterfly’ that I’ve basically become the office clown - joking around with my work colleagues or deadpanning with perfect timing about something deprecating because my humour seems to skew towards the black. It’s made me wonder if maybe I should take up stand-up comedy.
Would I be any good? I certainly make people laugh in the office and sometimes through my blog. I’ve had friends or workmates send me sentences I’ve written followed by the laughing emoji face. That means they think it’s funny...right? RIGHT?!
Honestly, one of these days, I need to get past my fear that everyone around me thinks I’m nothing special and secretly hates me. What happened to the debonair child that didn’t care what others thought and who marched to the beat of her own drum?
She’s gone. Crushed by the weight of anxiety and depression and the impending destruction of the planet.
That aside, I don’t feel like I’d make a good stand-up comedian. First of all, I’d need good material. The only things that immediately spring to mind would be talking about my experiences and probably leveraging the racist angle. But that’s not always everyone’s cup of tea. My worldly experiences are quite limited. And my jokes aren’t truly jokes but observations said in a funny way because I haven’t thought too hard on how I should phrase things. Sometimes it’s just me perpetuating a stereotype that I’ve adopted. For example, heightening my stalker tendencies by reciting whole addresses or birthdays.
Other times it’s me just remarking on the stark nature of our reality and dropping truth bombs. And in these times of great distress, if we don’t laugh, we’re crying. So, why not laugh to bleed out the tension?
Maybe one of these days I should actually attend a comedy act. Get a feel of what it means to stand in front of a crowd of people and simply lay out the tragedy of our lives to them. It’s said that the best comedians are the saddest and loneliest people on the planet. So, yes. Perhaps I’ll play up the misery that came from attending a competitive high school or use the intergenerational trauma that has trailed me for years as fodder.
Life is full of ups and downs. Rainbows, sunshine and roses might be how the optimists of the world like to see their lived experiences but it’s the realists and (more importantly) the pessimists that bring out the laughs when the glass is half-empty.
So, should I pursue a career in comedy?
Maybe.
But probably after I’ve tried out proper gainful employment, make a living as a YouTube/ Twitch star and then falling back on becoming the next viral TikToker. For a Millennial that’s about to hit the big 3 0, it’s the only viable pathway to success. My suffering shall be the fuel that lights the fire the world over! And when I tell you all to LAUGH, YOU WILL OBEY!
This is Kyndaris, signing out.
*cue uproarious applause*
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