What Comedy Class is Teaching Me about Life

More than a month ago, my friend Kelly and I started attending a 10-week long comedy class here in DC. We meet weekly with a group of people with absurd talents and a similar interest in learning the rules of improv because, believe it or not, there are rules!

I knew Kelly was going to be awesome at the class; she is naturally eccentric and hilarious. She has stories out the ying-yang of various characters and people in her life. (Just ask her how she feels about Djibouti.) I, on the other hand, was absolutely terrified.

This class was *not* something I considered to be in my wheelhouse, but, as the weeks went by, I constantly found myself excelling in some improv areas that surprised me (and, of course, falling short in a few areas as well.)

At a higher level, I realized that the class was teaching me a lot about life in general including:

1. You’re going to be in a lot of awkward situations in your life.

In our class, we play a lot of awkward games. The one that makes me the most uncomfortable is called Go. Everyone stands in a circle and one person starts off in the middle of the circle pointing at someone else. The “someone else” then has to say “Go” — and as the first person in the middle is walking towards them to take their spot in the circle – “someone else” has to point at another person and wait for them to say “Go.” (Repeat process.)

Blah.

The game is super awkward because when you point your finger you want to say “Go” instead of waiting for the other person to say it.

We play a lot of similar warm-up games to this one and then we talk about how they make us feel, which is… weird. But, what I realized is that, by playing these games, I become more comfortable with being awkward. Instead of reddening up, sweating like a hot mess or stuttering over my words, I just go-with-the-flow of oddity until I don’t feel it anymore. Woop!

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2. Sometimes you have to be confident with the first words/ideas that come out of your mouth.

One of the building blocks of improv is becoming comfortable with being “put on the spot.” Most of the time, we are only given a suggestion for an idea/object/word and then we have to come up with an entire story or character based on one item.

Since time is a limiting factor, I usually try to come up with a character/action very quickly so I can just roll with it until a story evolves. One of my favorite skits, so far, is when I was presented a fruit basket (imaginary of course) and my classmate and I turned the scene into a nagging wife and her “disappointing” husband. Once the fruit basket was presented, the first words out of my mouth were about how the “fruit basket arrangement” was not the way I envisioned it and the skit just evolved from there. It was funny!

The situation reminds me of how, in many life events, we have to be comfortable with our initial reactions and intuition even if we don’t have all the puzzle pieces yet. Life is too short to be worried about the first weird words that come out of your mouth.

Eat your fruit, kids!

3. There is no bad joke, wrong answer or misinterpretation of anything.

Similarly to the examples above, another one of the fun things about improv is that there is no wrong answer! People often take suggestions and turn them into characters or stories that are only mildly related to the original word.

The other day, I took the suggestion “Dances with Wolves” and became a girl desperate to reach ballerina fame. I don’t think the character worked supremely well in the scene, but the point is that your interpretation can be whatever you want it to be. How fun is it to live in a world where nothing is wrong?! I definitely want to start incorporating this motto into my everyday life – thinking more creatively, buying weird foods at the grocery store, guessing odd answers during Jeopardy – hey, I can’t be wrong?! ;)

Ps. Google the lyrics to Ja Rule / J. Lo’s 2001 hit “I’m Real” and sing both Ja Rule and J. Lo’s lyrics back and forth to your friends. Freakin’ hilarious. Trust me on this one.

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Guest Post from Kina… (My Dog)

This week at Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop, one of the prompts is: Introduce a pet. I figured that Ms. Kina herself might do better justice to this introduction… so here she is!

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Heyyo! I’m Kina — formerly known as Sweetie by my old owner because I’m really sweet (duh). I can also be quite the princess so I’ve heard my current owner sometimes calls me Diva. Paleasee. Just cause a dog knows what she wants doesn’t mean she’s divalicious.

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Anyways, speaking of owner, it’s about time she asked me to write on this dang thing. I’m only the most important thing in her life. Sometimes she sits in the living room typing away on that computer and I’m like heyyy can’t a dog get a belly rub over here? You realize you’re not actually talking to someone in person over there like rub the belly and then type, woman.

*Sigh*

Well – let me tell you about my background cause you people love to know about others’ pasts.

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I was born in South Carolina in the land of sweet tea and palm trees except I was no where near the water (which I love!) so that was stinky. I grew up to ask for stuff when I wanted it so my way of communicating with people (you crazy creatures) is to paw at their face. Need to go the bathroom – paw. Want food – paw. Want love – paw. Paw, paw, paw. To me, this makes sense. To my old owner, he didn’t like that and instead of just giving me what I wanted, he hit me! That made me very sad and scared of people like him!

After a year and a half of his craziness, he finally took me to a shelter in South Carolina where I got to meet tonsss of other dogs, which was awesome! I love other dogs. Then, one day, a big white van came and I got into a cage in the van with 30 other dogs and we drove up to Washington D.C. (the land of opportunity — or so I’ve heard). This is where I met Caitlin! She was so nice and gave me a big hug after I got out of the van.

I immediately peed.

Unfortunately, this is what I do when I’m scared. I create a urine trail because I’m nervous a person might hit me like what happened in the past! Caitlin thought this was silly, but I don’t think she understands how crazy peeps can be sometimes. Let’s take one of our most recent trips to the dog park as an example. Here are some descriptions of just a few of the people at the park that fine afternoon.

• Strange Man #1 – First of all, Strange Man #1 brought a giant Hefty garbage bag to the park as his dog poop bag. Umm, sir, I don’t know what your dog is pooping but I’m pretty sure it’s not the size of a large bucket. Grocery sized bags are probably even too large for picking up our mounds of love. He then proceeded to pick up his dogs and hold them upside down in his arms…. Yeah. A bit cray cray. I even saw him pick up another guy’s dog!! Thank gosh he didn’t try that nonsense on me. I would have peed on his a$$ — just kidding… his foot.

• Strange Woman #1 – Strange Woman #1 brought her dog to the park, which was lovely, but then decided to pick flowers (leaves?) from the bushes in the dog park. Umm I understand your apartment is in need of a little greenery, but Trader Joe’s has plants for less than $5, lady. Or, pick some flowers/leaves from a normal park! Us dogs need something to aim our pee at! Hellooo.

• Strange Man #2 – This guy did not do anything strange to dogs or plants — thank goodness – but he did chat Caitlin’s ear off and stood oddly close to her while we were at the park. She was just trying to enjoy watching me play and hanging out on her own and he just wouldn’t give up. I totally feel for her. Sometimes I’m chasing after a ball and another dog is all up sniffing my booty and I’m like whoa step back, I just want that ball! Like, time and a place, buddy; time and a place.

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Anyways, I just love Caitlin to death. We are best buddies! I am so glad I came up to D.C. and she was there for me. I hope she doesn’t ever give me up!

~Kina

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Thanks Kina! Great introduction – and I won’t ever give you up girlll even though you paw at my face, are terrified of other humans and shed like a mad dog. Love you!