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.”