I’m writing for maybe twenty minutes when my brother and my mom come into my room to tell me that our neighbor got robbed but they got the guy. It sounds bad but I don’t care. It’s seven in the morning and I’m trying to peacefully write. Please leave my room.
I’m up early for no reason. I’m sure there is a reason but I don’t know it yet.
The teacher for our workshop today had never done improv before or had never even been inside of Second City and she was so impressed with how we handled her physical comedy lessons. She gave us the right kind of praise I needed. About how we’re doing good by being good at comedy and satire. Our job is to hold a mirror up to society and make everyone realize that they’re making a funny face to everyone else. Something along those lines.
It’s weird to be in such a large group of young comedians. I can literally feel our new thoughts and views on the world that the generation before us hasn’t thought of yet. I think what I’m saying is that I feel our youthfulness and our nowness. We are current. We are in the now and reflecting on the world.
At the same time I felt so at home. I got to really play today. Like a kid. We got to be silly and make faces and do pretend fights. A room full of mostly twenty somethings making silly faces and movements and at the same time creating solid and current comedy. These truly are my people. I don’t want to leave this cult of a place.
I want a tshirt with some curse words on it
When I see this
I feel like I’m buying into some sick fucking corporate world