
When I was growing up, I’d always hear the following..”You’re funny…funny looking.” Which was true. I was definitely funny looking and depending on who you ask, I probably still am. Anyway, I’ve been going through this therapy session called stand up comedy class for the past two months and all this crap has been unearthed inside me. You know…all the sad stuff, the pain, the repression, all the stuff that the world tells us to keep inside because no one actually cares about you and your problems.
Well, a friend of mine and fellow classmate, the uber-talented Laurenne of HUMANS ARE FUNNY, wrote a poignant post about her Dad and coming to terms with her past and her relationship with him. It made me realize how all of us are still searching for the answers, how to come to terms with the past pain of family issues, relationship issues, money struggles, being alone, feeling like you’re not of value.
I grew up for most of my life being super repressed and “doing the right thing,” meaning doing what my parents, my teachers, society, and all the mean girls of my high school told me to be. I never fit into the “Abercrombie and Fitch” mold of my Philly suburb high school and at the same time, didn’t fit into the groups of the “Korean kids who only hang out with Korean kids.” Instead of liking the parts of myself that were unique, strange, different and cool, I would try to be as vanilla as possible just to fit in. Which I never did.
But comedy is sort of changing that for me. It was weird actually…I told a good friend of mine that I was doing this and he said to me,
“You’re gonna suck. Crickets, Kat. No one will laugh and you will suck.”
Do you see why I have to keep all my endeavors under wraps? LOL. Trust me, I don’t see myself becoming the next Chris Rock or anything. All I know is that being in comedy class is helping me find this voice that I never thought I had. I mean, you can take all the pain, all the shit that made you cry and hate yourself and figure out how to turn it around into comedy.
If I could go back into time and talk to my teenage self, I’d tell that awkward, pimply-faced girl who couldn’t get a date, had a stuttering problem and always kept her head down, that life gets better. I’d tell her that there will always be people who try to take advantage of your kindness, people that try to bring you down, people that hate you because you’re doing something they’re not…but you know what? You don’t have to let them win. You don’t have a give a crap what these people think. In fact, there is a whole world of kick-ass people out there, positive people who want to help you out. People who want to be good to you.
My whole life I wished I could be someone else. Now, I’m sort of starting to be cool with who I am. Took long enough. Ya heard?