Lots of luck
Hi, I usually spend my time practicing my craft in other forums...to the cries of cyberbullying by other guests. I recently started writing humorously as a way to let off steam. It beats all of the harrasing PMs from the well meaning moderators. There's nothing like a wisecrack to make somebody just trying to do their job act like a Nazi. Try it...I dare you.
Meditation...that's funny. I don't know what kind of writing you guys do or plan to do, but I guess I am more of a take no prisoners, stand up comedian. Somebody told me meditation is the worst thing you can do for yourself...typing at the keyboard is second. This is gonna get me nowhere fast!
Humor? It's like jumping off a cliff for me because I just wrote a few kid's picture books that I'll have to scrap when I let my animal loose. I like those stories. They are cute and wicked at the same time.
How do I write humor? I write something like...I just finished eating dinner after washing a few of my dirty dishes...what a mess? Then, I make a viscious attack on drugs, Internet, and stupid jobs so on. When I dry up one of those things, I pose a seemingly harmless question, then drag you back down into the pit. What is it? Anger? Spite? Dis-illusionment? Being 39 y/o? Having 50 axes to grind? Being bombarded with non-sense in the media? This is what brings the big laughs. I'm sorry to be the one to tell you that...on second thought, you probably saw that one coming.
People need a release in my opinion. They need somebody to say something about all of this mess. Here's some shit I wrote up the other night. I'll probably dig it up in a pinch some day, but you may enjoy it...
Why do people make such shitty jobs today? "Okay we're gonna pay somebody $7.00 an hour to be a lawyer." There's always that one guy, shit out of luck that says, “Alright, I'll do it.” And everybody else jumps on board. The first guy finally got his ponzi scheme off the ground and only needed to work a few hours and quit. The rest of us are like, “Why are we doing this for $7.00 bucks an hour?”
Did you ever make up like ten identities on a message board and have arguments with yourself? I have. Then, your marks, start siding with one of your alter-egos and you find yourself helping them gang up against yourself. The roughest part, is they always have the biggest problems with your identity that is least made up. It's as if the made up identities seem unassailable.
Later, these unwitting honest people go and get something you posted on another site where you were trying to get a rise out of people by saying only positive things. Jesus was crucified for saying good things. I believe it. Yeah, I could see him now posting on craigslist. “Come work with me. I am building the kingdom of God, I'll pay you later. It'll be great. No one has ever gotten along so well as I promise, but there'll be no more war.”
Then, some joker comes along and says, “What about what you said at this other message board about all of the rotting in hell stuff?” Jesus keeps on message and stays positive. Somebody then says, “We should end this now. Jesus freak is going blow up, I can tell, he keeps saying all of that nice garbage, creepy.” Someone else says, "Weird, why can't he pay minimum wage? I have a law degree.” ~from Lots of Luck, Buddy!
Thanks for your time. That was a nice release. Go back to your meditating and chai tea. I'm going back to drawing cute little pictures of carrots and celery dualling with katanas and machine guns.