I am not a stand-up comic. The guys who do that stuff are way more clever than I am. Though it’d be a lot of fun to do stand-up, I’ve actually sat down to come up with stuff and, well, the results came out about as well as the results of drinking a gallon of coffee after a bean-inclusive binge-eat (see? And that was the funniest thing I could come up with there).
If I am talking to the right person who understands my jokes, they will think I am funny, but on the whole most jokes I make are met with blank stares followed by a quick pardon and a faster escape.
It was this feeling that allowed me to come up with the following analogy:
When am I talking to people, it is often like I am bombing a set of stand-up comedy.
Now granted, a lot of times I just talk too much as I somehow got into the habit of talking when I’m nervous. This isn’t really people not understanding my humor as it is me being asshole. But when I am talking to someone without Erik standing right next to me, often my pithy remarks turn into pissy word that rhymes with “remarks” that means “comments that should be forgotten.”
Wow. Maybe I should quit blogging too? Nah, you jerks aren’t that lucky.