I haven't blogged in a long time due to numerous factors: I've been booked like crazy, I started a new job, and it's been a tough few weeks dealing with my new life as a comedian.
I love performing comedy, but as I perform more and more, I find "regular" life more and more mundane. The things I used to live for have become boring in comparison.
Going to the movies. Eh.
Watching TV. Blah.
Stalking my friends on Facebook. Forgetaboutit.
I'm a stand up comedy junkie now. I just want to write and perform. Regular life has become flavorless in many ways.
I'm pretty sure it's not healthy. In fact, I know it isn't. But when I reflect on regular life, an invisible life, a simple life, I seem to think I wasn't really thrilled with that either.
My life never really attracted much attention or people. Teaching. Coaching. Writing. No one seemed interested in my life. Not my friends. Not women. Not anyone really.
Stand up comedy does have some interest, but some people seem to be over it, while others seem to have moved on in their life without me.
If I got a nickle for every birthday or party I'm not invited to because people think I'm "too busy" I'd be worth a crap load of nickles.
On one level I understand, but on another level I feel like George Clooney in Up in the Air. I want to burn the backpack because we are not swans - we're sharks.
Maybe the reason I always got film was because the subtext was always the same. Regular life sucks. It's empty. It's pointless. It's endless. It's lifeless.
That's why Frodo must leave the shire after his journey. That's why Luke can't just get married and settle down after learning about the force. Andy Dufresne can't be caged even though he loves Red. And Rocky Balbo can't just go play golf.
Once I did the implausible it separated me from the world I knew. The tragic clown is not a myth. It's a lifestyle.
Paul Douglas Moomjean Blog's About What's on His Mind
Blogging allows for me to rant when there is no stage in the moment to talk about what's important and/or funny to me.