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Day Three Hundred and Twenty:  Knock-knock.

I’m not great at jokes.  I am not good at telling them, or quoting funny movies or anything, but sometimes I can be funny if I don’t try.  Trying is too hard sometimes, and so I leave it to the comedians.  For example I find Russell Brand hilarious but I can’t repeat any of his jokes to someone who doesn’t listen to his podcast because it turns out to not be as funny.  I don’t know what it is but unnatural comedic timing is out of my element. 

I’ve always wished I was funny, ever since I was little, and sometimes I try for a good one-liner and it fails and I blush and reprimand myself for trying at all.  That’s the thing about comedy it’s all risky, it’s challenging, and I fully respect people who can properly tell jokes.  I try not to be so hard on myself I’m good at a lot of other things.  But people who are naturally good at telling jokes have things to say at parties to break the ice or if there’s an awkward silence, I tend to just… Kind of…try at sarcasm.  It doesn’t go well.

I think I’m funnier when I’m making fun of myself or re-telling a funny story.  It doesn’t always end up coming off right, or relevant, or could be misunderstood, but I really would like to get better.  How do you get better?  You continue to try.  That’s the life I am leading…

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