Time for a Pep Talk

(This is something I've been scribbling for a little while. I'll admit, it is a bit overdramatic, and some of those things I don't do often ((poop jokes)). Hopefully, you'll get the point of it though.)

So your friends have told you that you’re funny? You tell great stories at parties. Everyone says you should be a comedian.

So you want to be a comedian? Are you sure?

Are you willing to drive hours away from your house to do five minutes worth of material?

You want to obsess over your material all week long, just to perform it for 3 people?

Are you willing to tackle and conquer nerves and anxiety that is so bad you almost pass out walking up to the stage?

You want to come home in the wee hours of the morning, excited to tell someone that you did good, but be a little sad because everyone is asleep?

You want to hear complete strangers, who obviously don’t ‘get it’, demand a joke from you in the course of a casual conversation?

You want to spend hours upon hours trying to get the wording right for a poop joke?

You want to spend every free moment beating yourself up because you didn’t say the ‘f’ word in the right spot of your set?

Are you willing to constantly whore yourself out by bombarding your friends and relatives with mass emails and phone calls to get publicity?

You want to spend years paying your dues with little to no chance for outright success?

Do you want to do ‘corporate gigs’ where you have to perform for a mass of people that don’t want to see you anyway?

Are you willing to come to that point where success is not a sure shot, but you’ll quit your day job anyway for that chance?

Are you willing to become a pawn in backstage politics, even though you don’t want to be involved anyway?

Are you sure you want all of this? Yes? Good. Because that’s what it takes, and you, the foolhardy, will do all of this for that one simple thing…the laughter of the crowd. And if you go through all of this for that one simple goal, then, my friend, you’re doing it for the right reasons.

Trust me. It’s all worth it.
-Y2