I was not a funny kid, but I always liked comedy. My cousin and I would get Domino’s and watch Dana Carvey and George Carlin stand up before we were old enough to understand it. We were drawn to anything that had the potential to amuse us. Our childhoods weren’t all that great, you see!
Back then I was a hideously shy, quiet girl who took everything personally. I went to a tiny school in a tiny town with a bunch of bored kids. Bullying was a common pastime, and I was an easy target. I was too skinny, my ears stuck out, and I never fought back. I was berated for my looks, for using words that were too big (I carried around a pocket thesaurus for years — the equivalent to putting a kick me sign on my own back), for finishing my tests too fast, and for getting good grades. This is not a humblebrag – none of that shit gets you liked in school. I had been praised so much for doing well in school by my family that I’d never risk disappointing them by slacking off, but I wanted desperately to be liked and accepted by my peers. (more…)