Being Normal
So, I’ve got a frat party to go to in a bit.
It’s a cool frat party, one with tickets and long lines of freshman. It’s got jocks inside and that’s cool. These jocks are my friends.
It occurs to me offhand how weird it is as a comedy guy to feel normal. Comedy guys, as a general rule of thumb, live a weird sort of oppressed life, one self-consciously counter-culture. They have weird twitter’s and follow Horse_Ebooks. I do too. But I feel like I pulled some odd con on normal guys, because I say words like “swag” and “bro” and I mean them. I drink shitty beers with douchebag bros who I like because they’re my friends.
I think I filled some quota of the “cool kids” as a court jester and slowly, slowly, was brought in to regular company. I go to the gym and have contact lenses. I watch Parks and Rec and they watch Blue Mountain State. Whatever. We get along.
I dunno. Just a tipsy thought.
