The Comedian brain scares people. The comedy brain is the same as the truth teller brain. One in the same. I think the reason for this is because the filter of how comedians see the world is the same as the truth teller.
One is washed in a hilarious tragic realism, imagination, and a twisted attention to detail. That's the comedian brain.
The Truth Teller brain is washed in only tragic realism, a bit of imagination, and a straightforward attention to detail.
Every comedian, if they are good, are genius in their awareness. People go to buddhist camps where they don't talk and pay a lot of attention to how they eat their rice, drink their tea, tie their shoes, for the thing that comes at birth to the comedian: Awareness, Mindfulness.
I don't need to go to Plum Village and be taught by Thich Nhat Hanh for a year in order to live in the present moment. The present moment is the most present thing in my mind.
Most comedian brains view other people as being absurd, petty, and completely alien to themselves. There are a few funny people in my life that I know I can call up out of nowhere and discuss ANYTHING that most people would view as controversial or politically incorrect, and there would be uproarious laughter the angrier I became.
When this anger or (let's be honest) Hilarious rage crops up in my day to day life, it horrifies people.
At one of my jobs, which ironically enough is in entertainment, and I was originally hired to be a character for kids on a tv show. That has now branched out into other programs but the tv station is sponsored by a NON-Entertainment organization. So... I have to play by the same rules as people who work there that do real things that took a college degree in order to know how to do. This doesn't mix well for me. CAN I abide by the rules of engagement, yes, but do I WANT to.... Hell no.
When I express myself or see the absurdity in something, I get told things like this.... (and this actually is a real example and one that I'd be fired for writing about if anyone actually read this... )
"There are some classes offered that will help you know how to work with other personality types, and they will offer you a test.. it's called a Meyers Briggs test.... "
To which I said, "Yeah, Meyers Briggs test, I know. I took that test years ago to figure out why I feel like a f****ing alien from another planet. I know how to get along with everyone, but you guys don't know how to get along with me."
But actually... I didn't say that because if I did, I'd be carted away in a white van and straight jacket. A comedian would think that was hilarious and it wouldn't affect them. We'd get into a sported debate and it would be over... then we'd go to lunch or laugh about how stupid we are.
No... I replied with, "Yeah, I know. I have taken the test but whatever, I'll go. Sure."
And a little bit of my soul slid off into the bucket of normalcy that is chipping away at my inner light.
Then the character assassination begins in my mind. I start playing out scenarios that are pretty much unhealthy to visualize but they ARE funny.
Regular people love to chip away at the comedian brain. They love you when you are funny, they loathe you when you are serious. But even in your serious moments, you have a levity that should come across. Usually it does. Except when in the presence of really stupid people. Stupid people aren't what most people think of as stupid. "Stupid" to me is someone who hasn't bothered thinking of anything outside of what they've been told is expected for their race, sex, religion, occupation... They took the "description card" out of the box of life and just checked all the boxes that fit the superficial profile and BOOM, they are done.
These people are never fired from their jobs. Ever. They are the foundation of most things terrible or uninteresting. When they are challenged by anything that adds another "check mark" to their box of identity, they go into a full blown fear response.
I don't know where these people are bred, but I am pretty sure they've been "sent back" to earth lives about a thousand times. Their guardian angels are like,
They would be crushed by a day like the one I detailed above. CRUSHED. There would be no humor in it. They would need to cry and go back to college or some shit... it would be a pivotal moment of reckoning. "I must not be a good creative consultant or editor... if this could happen (they say crying) then I guess I'm just not cut out for that kind of life." You're right. You're not. Bye bye. Guess what? That kind of thing happens to me at least twice a month. I don't expect it, but I know it's the way of things sometimes and it doesn't upset my balance to the point where I lose faith in my abilities.... and I would NEVER go back to college to "find another path." EVER.