As long as I can remember, the verdict on me, when favorable, has been “Nice guy, but kind of boring.” The world asks me
If even you won’t pretend that you’re interesting, how do you expect me to?
I guess I should be thankful for how many honest friends work to keep me humble by being bored with everything I do and am. It’s not their fault I bore them, yet, gentle reader, sometimes I resent them for it anyway. But how often do I find them interesting? “What immortal hand or eye could frame thy fearful symmetry?”
A few feet away from me is a book, unread, that my older brother who I love dearly, helpfully gave me before college. How can I be surprised at the symmetry, that I am just a point in the distribution?
Yeah, yeah, a good listener is a good conversationalist, as Dale Carnegie or any bargirl could tell you, but surely a real conversation is more than taking turns boring each other, more than taking turns pretending the other guy is interesting?
Well, then, is there any difference between being interesting and being an entertainer? Should my models be Richard Pryor and Peter Ustinov? Hmm… I opened that book for the first time just now and the first paragraph my eyes land on?
A comedian may be very good in his instinctive sense of timing, and his stage presence in front of an audience. […]
Oh, sweet Jesus.