Some people really get nervous when they see joy, it’s a sad fact, but an even sadder fact is that sometimes they try to squelch that joy to feel better about themselves.
It takes all the courage in the world to not let that happen.
Let the light shine brighter on them so they can see their own darkness.
It’s the only way someone can grow.
Think about if u take on their dark, then there’s more darkness but if u hold onto your light, well u know.
There once was a comedy show- the booker imed me sexual advances. I copied it and sent it to his boss. They BOTH called me on speaker phone and “apologized” Â I told them if I lost work because I stuck up for myself I wasÂ going to sue them. Well, they called me to do a show when I was on the set of “The Fighter” they thought I couldn’t do it because I was in Boston. They could then say “well we offered work she couldn’t do it .”
Well, I got on a plane the next day and flew to LA. As I walking into tape the show another girl said “Sue do u get weird sexual stuff from so and so?” I asked why? she said, “well i was booked to host a bunch of these shows and when I told him I wouldn’t have sex with him he told me I was only doin one, now I Â can’t pay my rent.”
I walked in, was met with tremendous hostility overcame it and performed. Then they cut all but one joke out of my set when it aired.
Now, firstly look at what girls deal with before they hit the stage and secondly, they cut me. Look at all that energy for one joke. Anyone have statistics on that?
I joined a program called “BookPals” funded by the SAG foundation. Â Simply put, we volunteer to go into the public schools and read to the classes.
I did it this morning, with a group of second graders and all I can say is that I haven’t felt this good in while.
They were so cute and so smart and so filled with love.
I read them a book titled “Pigcasso and Moosetise”
It was a story of the two artists and Â how even tho they had differences they remained great friends and respected each others work.
They told me that they had been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and that they had seen a Jackson Pollack after I showed them a picture in the book by Pigcasso that reminded them of it.
They picked up on the cubism without my having to tell them. They told me that they next time that they went to the museum they were going to look for a Picasso.
When we were finished talking about the book I told the kids that I was comic.
They proceeded to whisper jokes into my ear and I would tell them to the class.
This one little girl with the most vulnerable eyes came up, whispered in my ear, and asked “why do are hearts love?”
She didn’t have a punchline, I’m not sure if she wanted one.
Why do are hearts love? Â is a very funny question all by itself.
Maybe she felt the love from my laughter.