Last Comic Standing

Ok. So I have a minute to be manic. So, I'm watching that show, "Last Comic Standing" last night, and I wonder how I would stack up against the competition. I gauge it out, and I figure, I probably get one of the guest spot auditions. This is the part where thousands of people try to be funny, in hopes of getting 3-4 minutes of air-time.  90 percent of these people are SLAM FREAKIN NUTS.  99 percent of these people aren't very funny.  I kind of like watching the bizzare and the delusional more than the professional comics honestly.  So after the "Mini Audition" they have the showcase event where people perform before a live audience, and are judged a second time.
So how do I stack up?  Well........ I put me somewhere just off the bubble (see ncaa basketball tourney). I probably don't advance maybe 2-3 deep. Which is to say the people at the end who where "this close (imagine really close)", and who usually say something sarcastic and bitter. I'm like one dude behind angry raincoat guy. Yeah thats me, "not quite angry raincoat guy". I'm "just happy to be on tv guy". I'm "secretly relieved not to advance guy" with "fear of crowds" guy. Which you might think is sad. but then atleast I'm not "totally unfunny psychotic misanthrope guy". You know this guy. He's the angry guy, who gets mad at people who don't get his jokes. He's the guy who comes to the club every week and tells the same unfunny joke, and is equally aghast every week when people groan. I would call him mr. "WHAT??? IT COULD HAPPEN... I GOT AN UNCLE FELIX WHO..... "guy.

Anyways after watching the show, I think to myself.  "Self, life on the cusp ain't so bad".  But then I remind me something.  Something interesting.  All of the people I'm comparing me to have 8 yrs, 10 yrs, 9 yrs experience.  They suck it all in.  They live and breathe the comedy.  It is there all consuming passion.  To whit, I wish them the best.  I suppose someday soonish, I will show up at a comedy club and rant about my misgivings, misinterpretations, mistletoe moments just long enough to bruise or soothe my pathetic ego.  Then I will slip quietly away back into the shadows of the "if only", "I coulda been a contender types". 

Pathetic? Perhaps.  Perspective?  Probably.
Peace