I went to see a stand up the other day, and I found myself laughing from start to finish. Not just because it was good (it was) but because everyone else was. There is something about being in a room full of people feeling feelings; it’s a Mexican wave of emotions, it’s contagious – in the best possible way, and not in the way we’ve been used to.
Yes, I was having wine, but I was drunk on more than alcohol; can you be drunk on people? 2021 is not a year to heckle, to be rude or mean. Honestly, the act could have been the worst I had ever seen, I think I would still have laughed. It’s funny how easy it is to go back to old habits, muscle memory. Laughing is the best sort of sport.
We need pretend, we need to watch other people’s stories and jokes, we need someone else’s life to take centre stage – we are too tired of our own, it’s been too hard, it’s been too tough. For an hour or so we can look out, we spent too much time looking in and there is only so much good that can do.
In the end, we clap, because we are thankful, because it was good, because it gave us a break. I want to sit back, wait for the lights to dim, wait for the first act. Because that’s how it feels, like it’s the start of something; I hope I enjoy this piece.