Will Comedy Be Provided?
Saturday. Bold & The Overtime.
So I worked today. It's cool. Earned extra while helping people at our company. Pizza was provided.
Being Funny Is A Curse? Of Course.
I can lift a tree... but enough about that. Once when I was in seventh grade, I played my best basketball game ever. I was making way more interceptions than ever before, I scored a few dunks, and did dribble the ball along with an awesome team on a sunny April day. That same day, I won a drumming competition for our Middle School with our Drum class. I played the bass drum though. In 9th grade, the music department had a special bass drum; a huge bass drum at that. When I carried it, I could not see ahead as I walked or marched because I was not as tall then. Once as I walked from a practice march, I ran into a drinking fountain in the middle of the quad and many heard it. I could sense people staring at me from the classroom windows. When I was 20, I helped one of my uncles to remove old shingles from a roof he was contracted to remove. It was an older house, bought by a well-to-do Caucasian family. A year before that, my family lost a very nice home to foreclosure. It was before 2008. Well, it was so hot removing the shingles. My face was filthy but I did not realize it until about 6:00 PM when I looked at the mirror. My body was so sore, and my head ached. The next day, I could barely walk and developed a fever. I got paid $65.00 for those few hours I helped my uncle, the next day I called him and asked if he needed help again, but he said no. I was a failure as a roofer. Why are shingles fancy cardboard? The home we lost had a huge backyard and it was just across from my high school. I was not a funny person in any of my classes, I was with friends, but got nervous speaking in public. I was a nervous wreck. It was funny when my nervousness got the better of me. In my humble opinion, being a nervous kid and teenager helped me become a funny "dude" today. Wait am I a funny person? I would ask but I'd probably ask it in a way that might make people look at me awkwardly. Like the way a meme is looked at when it's born, but with my face on it.
Days of the Week. A Comedy Is Born. Each Day.
There's a snoring clock alarm one morning. A rooster chokes midscream. Stomachs rumble for control. I'm always hungry and eating. One eye opens wide, while the other eye stays dreaming. Knowing nothing in the dark as the blanket with a stamped tiger is wrapped around a skinny guy with a belly. The phone is full of notices. E-mails are like little monsters invading the mind. Do I really need new shoes? Washing my face with the noisy bathroom vent makes me feel like a Pin Pon. A sound of memory makes me think about the past. Things we experience make us see ourselves differently. Differences to our memory are either successes or failures. I smile at myself sometimes with a funny-looking mirror. I sometimes drum my hands on the sink. Reminders of the pending workday begin to take over and as a comedic self once said to me, "Jorge, you got this. It's okay to laugh and it's okay to try each day. Be it a success or a failure and learn." Comedy is born each day. Experiences can be entertainment because it's simply life. Humor me each day. And humor me when comedy is provided of course.
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