How many of us are out there begging to be laughed at? I know I know I know. We really want to be laughed with not at, but when no one is laughing one way or the other we fight for whatever we can get. As someone who has made the foolhardy decision to dedicate a good portion of his life to making people laugh I find I laugh at myself far more than others do with me. Not because I think I’m particularly that funny, but because I think it is hilarious that someone would attempt such an idiotic endeavor. On that note let me explain to you why working in comedy is the best thing ever.
My sin is gluttony and my punishment for it is what I crave, punishment. I am a literal glutton for punishment. This is a good thing in my opinion. Why? I probably can’t tell you as well as someone who has a far better grasp on the human psyche than I do and I’ll be the first to admit my grip is loose. We’ve all found ourselves in situations where someone else has said we’re crazy for being in, but we continue to do it. I find that I place myself in these situations nine times out of ten. I wish I could say ten out of ten, but that would imply that I am capable of being perfect and let’s be honest, there is only one person who is perfect and that is USA’s White Collar star Matt Bomer.
As with many comedians (sorry I just threw up because it makes me sick to call myself that. It’s like calling yourself “cool.” If you have to say it then it is not true. I’m sure you know of a few people like that. It’s probably Gary from sales ((If you don’t have a “Gary” in sales or a sales department or have a job, I’m sure you understand the reference on some level, but honestly it’s not that important.)) I think I will end this incredibly long side note that I have placed in parenthesis just to make sure you don’t think I’m a stuck up idiot who considers myself funny after just basically complaining that I’m not.) our day to day isn’t just sunshine and rainbows. We experience pain, sadness, heartbreak, and someone cutting us off in traffic like everyone else. The difference is we take these moments and make fun of them in order to make someone else hopefully laugh. Why do we care so much about others? Because we are awesome. No, it’s all incredibly selfish. It’s really because making someone laugh makes us feel good so that we can then forget about our own personal pain, sadness, heartbreak, and Gary from sales.
Don’t get me wrong. I would love to not put myself in undesirable situations just to possibly get a joke in the end, but as I said before, I think I’m addicted. When you started reading this post you were probably thinking a few things: “He is going to give me some advice on freelance work,” or “I bet he’ll end this with some big joke,” or “Great! Another blog from Tyler that I’ll read just in case he asks me if I read it and I can say yes without lying because I don’t want to be a liar like Gary.” Truth is that this is, and I’m about to throw up again, an open letter to all of you to stop laughing at my jokes. You’re all enablers who perpetuate a lifestyle that really isn’t hurting anyone like other addictions do, but I’m kind of exhausted. Stop being so supportive and when you see my posts, just move along. They are most likely hilarious (thanks Gary) and you’d probably laugh, but I think I just want to sleep for a few months.
That said, I hear Gary says he has a really “cool” man cave that has both a pool table and ping pong and it’s not one of those lame multi-table situations. He actually has both. Typical Gary.