Happy does not equal funny.
Funny does not equal happy.
Although you can feel happy when you’re being funny, I think it’s hard to be funny if you’re happy.
Not the kind that counts anyway. I’m not talking about “Why is it that you can put two socks in the dryer but only one sock comes out? Where’s the other sock, everybody?” I don’t mean that crap.
I mean real comedy. The kind that comes from the deep, dark pain that eats away at your esophagus.
It won’t let you sleep at night. It makes you break down in tears for no reason and spend seven nights a week in the bottom of a bottle of vodka. That’s the funny I’m talking about.
Some of the best comics I know are the most miserable people on the planet. Because they aren’t happy, and they aren’t afraid to admit it. They’re also the smartest.
Smart people are rarely happy. You know why? Because they’re surrounded by people who aren’t very smart.
I know this first hand. Does that sound arrogant? I don’t care. I can say that because I’m going to sat this: I’m not educated. I’m not well-read. I didn’t go to an Ivy League college. I didn’t even graduate from college. As a matter of fact, I actually spelled “college” with an a in the first draft of writing this. Yea spell-check!
But I’m still smarter than most people. You know why? Because I have common sense.
Plus I have street smarts. I’m not really even sure what that means, but I played on the streets a lot when I was a kid, so I felt like I should throw that in there.
And I said all that just to say this: if zombies invaded a comedy club, the comics would probably be killed first.
Depending on the line up.
If you don’t get that, listen here: Zombies eat brains… So congratulations, you’re safe.
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