Today I find myself fantasizing about abusive encounters with strangers. No, I'm not talking about night-time leather-clad backstreet shennanigans - I am talking about hecklers.
Last night I dreamed I was being savaged by hecklers. Now it's all I can think about.
It's this Comedy Store gig - it's really on my mind. I keep trying to anticipate what people might shout out and thinking about what put downs I can fire back at them.
I can't help thinking that this is not particularly conducive to a peaceful state of mind - thinking up the worst insults I can give to people I have never met.
But it's important to remember that this is just a game. When people heckle, they are signalling that they want to play. I just have to get better at the game than them.
Sadly, I probably won't get better at this "game" by sitting here thinking about it. The only way is to take a few beatings and to keep coming back.
Bring it on!
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