MyExposedLife: FIVE Stand-Up

Oh it has been so long since I have come here and updated this page but you are not forgotten all two followers! I am back for another late night adventure into the neurosis that is my life. Today I performed for about 60 seconds on a stand up comedy stage. I was a mean drunken bastard, and do you know what? I don't care.

Some dick-wad was being a doucher to my friend and I thought of the only way I could go up in front of everyone and be aggressively mean to this person in retaliation. So I did. And I loved it. Unfortunately no one else did, but like I said, I don't give two shits. I am not a comedian. I do not plan on becoming a comedian and I thought that someone show this first timer that he cannot just step up on my friend and be a prick to her because he did not understand how stand-up works.

Let me first introduce a little background story; this fucker, he shall not be named, came to comedy night seemingly to heckle everyone else. And when I went and made the rounds I found all these new people to be very kind and welcoming. But this mother fucker had an agenda. He didn't know it, but I did. He went and made a fool of himself because he thought he could be a natural talent at it.

Buddy. These hard working individuals come up and perform in front of many people, sometimes several times a week. And from what I understand, they have to go up and experiment, test their jokes on the suspecting audience and whether they get a laugh or not they get a feel to how they should proceed with their comedic voices. Now, these people do not need some interloping jack-off to defend themselves, from what I heard from them tonight, I know that they can handle themselves. BUT with that being said, no one really directly went to the aid of my friend. Is this my job? Not really, BUT I'LL BE FUCKED if I sit around and let this piece prance around and mistakenly be an asshole to MY new friend. So I went up there and humiliated myself, but I took him with me.

The only reason I went up was because I wanted him to know I was calling him out on his fucking bullshit. And you know what? That may have seemed mean spirited BUT at the end of the night HE came up to me and told me he knew what I went up there to do. I just wanted to call this dick on his foul.

Now if I never see him again it will be too soon. He genuinely creeped me out and told me he had mental issues and if you knew the slough of shit he was caught up in then I doubt highly that you would disagree with me.

As for me? I walked home on a high of walking up on stage and giving that bitch a taste of his own medicine. Like I said, I don't really care what people think of me, I just wanted to prove a point. I can be an outloud asshole too. I can go out of my way and show the public that I like to be a fucking loser and not care what other people think of me. And I wanted to get my fucking punch in, for my friend. Because if that fucking asshole made ME feel the way I saw he made my friend feel? I would DEFINITELY want someone to do the same. Just for shits and giggles.

Thank you, I'll be here all week!

-ME

MyExposedLife: ONE

193 Days from Now I'll Be 25...

So this is the problem I am having... I had always pictured my life as being lived, having my own apartment and boyfriend and career, let be back up to January 8th 2014 (125 days) and let me introduce myself.

Well I don't want to use my real name in case you are a stranger. But if you have come here because I told you too then you know who I am, so call me 'K' okay? No, call me 'O.K' :) Okay?

Second, I am 24 years old and I turned that age in November of last year [2013]. I typically forget I am a year older for about 6 months and then spend the next trying to remember to say how old I actually am then by the time I've gotten the hang of it I fuck it up by having another goddamn birthday.

Here is another thing about me- I am a male, a, while still technically morbidly obese gay, very energetic male and a lot of people can attest to that. In addition to being fat I am also very funny, the kind of outrageous, outlandish, fall on your ass, gut wrenching, dark, morbid and sometimes self-deprecating, but always hilarious funny. Not the Ha-Ha funny. Introspective and almost insensitive but you-have-to-laugh kind of funny. That was two things.

So to my story, it was a Wednesday and I was about to move to a far away city (9ish hours away) to go on a kind of school-ish type camp thingy in the dead of what I can tell you was a LONG -40ish typical winter. I was moving somewhere south but it still manages to get that cold so by now if you don't know me and want to figure out where I am, there are not a lot of options. Let me also interject that I grew up in a small community, under 15 thousand in the nearest community, 6k close-by and under where I am originally from. I've pretty much outlined my life without giving you major details. So the story can begin; I am planning on going to school with absolutely no idea what to expect to become from this whole situation but I know that I've got to keep an open mind.

I wasn't doing anything. Really. I was keeping a child, a small wonderful, adorable, kind, lovable, funny and intelligent little boy who shall also remain nameless. That was my job, I took care of him and got paid to do so. I love that boy and he makes my world light up. But he is not in this story, only in it's footnotes. He was the reason I got up in the morning and went to bed at night but he was/is not mine. Before taking care of this child day in and day out.

Late in 2013 my sister had come across an article on Facebook looking for people who were interested in New Media training- since I was 16 I've been making 'web-content creator' but had neglected to do anything substantial in while. I was always planning on doing something with it but I just didn't feel like it was the right time. Writing here and there and making the odd video my heart wasn't in it. Then this program came along so I decided to inquire about it and after reading what it was offering I was so excited.

It was quite the ride to say the least. There was EVERYTHING a collage experience has to offer, the good and the bad. While I don't want to expel those times just yet let me say it showed me a lot of the world. A lot about who I am and it came built in with friendships. There were people there that changed me and in turn who I changed. In such a small amount of time who knew I would have a family for life out of those 27 strangers?

And as for me? Well I also got a boyfriend out of it. We're trying the long distance thing. He lives about ten hours away and we talk on social networking sites. I'm trying to interact with him but it's hard to find time in the day and I know one thing. It's only going to get harder. Which I respect, no one man can build an empire, or legacy on 8 hours of work a day.

As for work? I have two jobs- I am a writer for a newspaper that has been in print for 20 years and issues about 20k per edition. I am also an editor at a production company. I do freelance film making and am currently working on starting my own production company... Now, when I started this piece I may have had you believing one thing was that I was not who I am supposed to be but...

Who are we supposed to be? What makes life go according to plan? Yeah I am broke but I am trying every day to get a little more and more out of life. I am trying to be fearless in the wake of fear and anticipation, before me lays ahead distances I am not sure I can swim but I know that I will try as I might to get to that distant shore and reach out for my dreams.

Yes, in 193 days I will be 25, and I do want to have all those things, and guess what? I am living and I will continue to live. Now I did not say that all these posts are going to be about my life of that they weren't going to be raw and explicit because I seem to have a knack for those types of blogs, so if you continue to read I am sure there will be... A LOT more stories and as I progress into that new 'age' I am sure I will have things to write about.

-O.K.