Morning shit-take karaoke. Laughter therapy through the piano.
Nonsense has always saved me from the crushing social anxiety I experience. Laughter keeps me coming back at life, day after day.
I may never be that entirely polished performer because my brain is not wired that way and I like being the one making equal parts nonsense and equal parts poking the bear of a system that says #autistic people should “communicate like the rest of the world does”.
I am naturally inappropriate and proud of it!
Since I learned to be a laughter yoga leader I laugh more – and practice the action of laughing daily. Sometimes it makes things better a lot, sometimes only a little bit, but that even little bit is more than I had before laughing. The act of laughing, even when I don’t feel like laughing reminds me:
Are we laughing because we are happy, or happy because we are laughing? (thank you Dr. Brian King this is lifted from your book – The Laughing Cure).
So things got pretty shitty this last 12 months. So I learned piano and now I am doing morning improv song making that makes me laugh and is pure nonsense.
I’ve also decided to quit trying to be that perfectly timed, punchline driven perfectionist that some think is “the only comedy”. And I guess I’ll never make the big time this way, but at least, I’ll find my joy. And find a better word than bog to rhyme with dog.
Besides, I am a comedy variety artist now. And now, after the chaos of spending the last month putting a Melbourne Fringe show together – I’ve got this mess to reorganise in the studio…lol.
Oh…here’s the link to the show. It has character comedy, original music having shots at Trump and the Australian government and general quirky bits and pieces and some rants.
21, 22, 24 – 29 November online – at 6pm, just in time to spoil your dinner.