failure here!
Posted: November 15th, 2011, 2:24 pm
Hey everyone! I just discovered this podcast today, even though I heard Paul on another podcast talk about it, I wasn't entirely sure what it was all about until today. Needless to say, as a failed comic and an unemployed therapist, this podcast apparently was pulled straight from my brain. Ive been reading some posts here and im really touched by how supportive everyone is. Thank you all for being so great.
Anyway, im kind of in this ridiculous quarterlife crisis here that i cant seem to get unstuck from. Ever since I was about ten or so, the only thing i thought would make me feel like my life was worth it was being a stand-up comedian. i watched the same specials over and over on comedy central, tried writing jokes as a kid (totally hack...) and dreamed of the day i would have my own comedy special on HBO. but life got away from me. ive had depression most of my life, and due to some abandonment issues, there has never been a moment in my life when i didnt absolutely think i sucked. ive had depression since 19, and im sure it was there before it was diagnosed in some other form. I played with the idea of getting on stage in my midsize city, and a few times i did, at 17, 21, and 23. only once during those years. but i never thought i could ever be as funny as my idols. so why bother? then, while in grad school, i decided that if i was going to start, i might as well go ahead and start, and i started doing the local open mic every week. i started doing other shows as well and was pretty happy with where things were going. i was friends with great local comics who thought i was funny too. so whats next? new york city, of course. i was going to get good at what i loved doing, and be that much better for it. so i took my not-dead-yet dreams and my now husband and we moved to nyc to try out comedy with the big boys.
oh did i mention how much i hate myself? turns out that feeling gets exacerbated when you go through the ringer that is the nyc comedy scene. i would go to these mics, play to a room full of other comics, and get complete silence for five minutes. i said "ok, im not funny then" and threw out all of the jokes i wrote in my hometown that did well and started over. i was going to write the kind of jokes that would make even the most cynical comic chuckle. but it was no use. most of the time when i was on stage in the city, i bombed. if i did the very rare show that was in front of non-comics, i did ok, but these mics were horrendous. i was less and less motivated to get out there and get good. i thought it was impossible for me to ever be funny enough, no matter how much i got up there, no matter how many times i sit down and write, i would always suck. because i started to slide backwards, going MONTHS without getting onstage, i never made it beyond being an open miker.
so we moved. we moved far away. and i cant get up the courage to do comedy in my new town. i think "whats the point?". and i cant for the life of me reconcile the fact that i have failed at the only thing i ever thought i was even remotely good at. the one thing i wanted to do since i was a child. on another podcast i listen to, one of the hosts who is a professional comedian made reference to the fact that it gets easier to be a good comic when the other 90 percent of "other" comics quit eventually. well, at least i got out of the way for someone good to get a few more minutes of stage time. i can at least take comfort in that. but without comedy, i have no idea who im supposed to be. kind of a bummer.
i guess my point is that listening to this podcast is giving me hope that im not the only one out there feeling like i could be something more than i am. freaking paul f tomkins feels like hes not doing enough in his career?!?! that dude is amazing. any respectable comedian that ive met is a fan of his. how can it get any better than that?
anyway thanks for reading.
Anyway, im kind of in this ridiculous quarterlife crisis here that i cant seem to get unstuck from. Ever since I was about ten or so, the only thing i thought would make me feel like my life was worth it was being a stand-up comedian. i watched the same specials over and over on comedy central, tried writing jokes as a kid (totally hack...) and dreamed of the day i would have my own comedy special on HBO. but life got away from me. ive had depression most of my life, and due to some abandonment issues, there has never been a moment in my life when i didnt absolutely think i sucked. ive had depression since 19, and im sure it was there before it was diagnosed in some other form. I played with the idea of getting on stage in my midsize city, and a few times i did, at 17, 21, and 23. only once during those years. but i never thought i could ever be as funny as my idols. so why bother? then, while in grad school, i decided that if i was going to start, i might as well go ahead and start, and i started doing the local open mic every week. i started doing other shows as well and was pretty happy with where things were going. i was friends with great local comics who thought i was funny too. so whats next? new york city, of course. i was going to get good at what i loved doing, and be that much better for it. so i took my not-dead-yet dreams and my now husband and we moved to nyc to try out comedy with the big boys.
oh did i mention how much i hate myself? turns out that feeling gets exacerbated when you go through the ringer that is the nyc comedy scene. i would go to these mics, play to a room full of other comics, and get complete silence for five minutes. i said "ok, im not funny then" and threw out all of the jokes i wrote in my hometown that did well and started over. i was going to write the kind of jokes that would make even the most cynical comic chuckle. but it was no use. most of the time when i was on stage in the city, i bombed. if i did the very rare show that was in front of non-comics, i did ok, but these mics were horrendous. i was less and less motivated to get out there and get good. i thought it was impossible for me to ever be funny enough, no matter how much i got up there, no matter how many times i sit down and write, i would always suck. because i started to slide backwards, going MONTHS without getting onstage, i never made it beyond being an open miker.
so we moved. we moved far away. and i cant get up the courage to do comedy in my new town. i think "whats the point?". and i cant for the life of me reconcile the fact that i have failed at the only thing i ever thought i was even remotely good at. the one thing i wanted to do since i was a child. on another podcast i listen to, one of the hosts who is a professional comedian made reference to the fact that it gets easier to be a good comic when the other 90 percent of "other" comics quit eventually. well, at least i got out of the way for someone good to get a few more minutes of stage time. i can at least take comfort in that. but without comedy, i have no idea who im supposed to be. kind of a bummer.
i guess my point is that listening to this podcast is giving me hope that im not the only one out there feeling like i could be something more than i am. freaking paul f tomkins feels like hes not doing enough in his career?!?! that dude is amazing. any respectable comedian that ive met is a fan of his. how can it get any better than that?
anyway thanks for reading.