How to Be “Seriously” Funny

One of the things that has been defining my 40s has been to dive deep into the psychology of what makes all of us tick, as individuals. I love being able to explore and sort out the chaos of how amazingly different we are fundamentally are and how we live our lives because of and in spite of those differences.

As a curious experient last Fall, I went around asking people who know me well a very simple question, “Am I funny?”

In my own perception of myself, I am “low key hilarious”…. obviously! But I learned that when people think of me, “funny” is not the first word that comes to mind for anyone. Instead, the word tends to be “intense” or something close to it; like passionate or even… dramatic.

So it would not be a surprise to share that my biggest learning curve in bringing my two characters to life in the DeKalb County Children’s Advocacy Center play has been to… take myself less seriously?

“Jukebox Diner” is the definitition of what a comedy is- ultimately to the point where literally every single line spoken is either a set-up for a punchline, or it is the punchline. And if you’re not constantly laughing, it’s simply because you missed the joke.

I spent my Christmas vacation learning all my lines before our first practice. In the process, I did research on the psychological motives of both characters I would be playing:

-An overeager romantic who is on the search for his 4th wife, having just finished a brief stint in prison.

-A grumpy old man who is well-informed of what’s going on in town, thanks to regularly monitoring everyone’s posts on “the Facebook”.

It was important to me that the audience saw depth and developed a sense of empathy for them. But that changed the more we practiced as a group at rehearsals.

And now that we are nearing the end of our 7 performances, I have now completely gone full “cartoon mode” as I portray these characters in front of the audience each night. This AI description of comedy helps to put into words what I have learned over the past 2 months:

To understand the essence of comedy through absurdity, consider these key points…

  1. Exaggeration: Amplify ordinary situations to ridiculous extremes.
  2. Illogical Scenarios: Present scenarios that defy common sense or reality.
  3. Unexpected Twists: Introduce surprising outcomes that challenge expectations.
  4. Character Absurdity: Create characters with exaggerated traits or behaviors.
  5. Satire: Use absurdity to critique societal norms or behaviors humorously.
  6. Physical Comedy: Employ slapstick elements that highlight the absurdity of actions.

I tell myself backstage before each show begins: “You’ve got one job. Make people laugh.”

So the irony is not lost on me: By default, I am not seen as a “funny” person. It’s as if I see comedy through the lens of a person looking in from the outside.

Each night on stage, when I experiment by taking a slightly longer dramatic pause for the joke to land better, or when I experiment by ad-libbing a few more words to amplify the actual scripted line I am about to deliver, what I am actually doing is improving the comedy experience for the audience through analytics and logic.

That is a fascinating discovery: I have the skill of making people laugh, without necessarily being a naturally funny person.

Instead, I simply pour all of my intensity into comedy. And it works.

Dear Jack: Being the Official Entertainment of Sleepovers

14 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

You have made it clear that I have a reputation, as a dad, of being extremely strict when it comes to bedtime routine at our house. (That’s something I am very proud of!)

I’m all about having fun and experiencing adventure during daylight hours, but once the sun starts going down… it’s time to settle down.

But, hey… when I’m not there with you, I don’t care what time you go to sleep or how rowdy you get! Not my problem.

And that is exactly how I felt as Nonna sent me photos of you, your sister, and your cousin at their house while Mommy and I went away for a weekend trip a couple of weeks ago.

I was happy for all of you! You definitely served as the entertainment, making the sleepover even more exciting for your sister and cousin.

So much for setting down that night.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: The Truck in Our Backyard

14 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

As we currently have a construction crew at our house to build our new sunroom, Mommy noticed that the crew left one of their trucks in our backyard at the end of the day.

I didn’t think anything of it when she sort of half-jokingly asked me, “Hey, will you go out there to that truck to make sure nobody died out there in it?”

A few minutes later, I casually reported back to her: “I can confirm there are no dead bodies in the truck in our backyard.”

From there, she and I went out on our daily post-dinner walk in the neighborhood. It was during that time that your sister asked you if there really was a dead body out in the truck in the backyard, based on what she overheard Mommy and I saying about it.

You didn’t think your sister would believe you, but she did… when you jokingly told her that there really was a dead body out there.

She immediately reached out to cousin Darla to announce the news both in text and voicemail: “So yeah… there is literally a dead body in the truck in our yard.”

A few hours later, I finally happened to check my phone; realizing that Aunt Dana was trying to figure out the details of the supposed murder mystery that had occurred just down the street at her brother’s house.

For the record…

Yes, the workers left behind their truck in our yard overnight.

No, there were no workers left behind in that truck.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Sweet and Savory Classroom

9 years, 3 months.

Dear Holly,

This past Saturday our family tried a new activity: We took a cooking class at Sweet & Savory Classroom in Chattanooga.

I was pleasantly surprised at how we collectively and authentically enjoyed the experience!

As our family worked on our calzones, I took notice of how Mommy and your brother quickly picked up on each new set of instructions; as they confidently and instantly began each next task.

Meanwhile, you and I were in our own similar situation. Our mindset was more, “What could I do to help now that the main job is already done?”

As for me, it meant cooking the Italian sausage for the entire class; including for all the strangers next to us.

For you, it meant carrying the newly prepared ingredients to the next table… as well as being the official “taste tester” for the meat I cooked for the entire class.

I’m still laughing at the thought of how everyone trusted my cooking abilities… when they totally shouldn’t have!

Love,

Daddy

Status Symbol Unlocked: Enjoying Family Vacations

New status symbol now unlocked: I have reached the point in my life where I look forward to, and truly enjoy, family vacations.

Last summer when we travelled to Oregon, I thought it might have just been a fluke. But no, as a 43 year-old husband married to a 43 year-old wife, along with our 14 year-old son and 8 year-old daughter, we are collectively in a place where family vacations are fun, relaxing, and meaningful.

This past week while we were on family vacation, I was intensely aware of the fact that “these are the good old days”…

As I took each photo of my family in real time, it was not lost on me that I already have everything I want and need right here in front of me. That this is what happily ever after looks like.

I am not looking to the future for things to finally “get better”. No, we have now arrived at our destination.

The entire vacation itself has become the “highlight reel”, as opposed to me finding the best exceptional moments in a week-long series of trigger points for my blood pressure to rise and then for me to emotionally shut down.

No more whining in the backseat. No more fighting over which child “gets to sit next to Mommy” at the restaurant. No more annoying drawn-out bath time or bedtime routines.

No more diapers. No more sippy cups. No more strollers. No more car seats. No more naps.

I have graduated from all of that.

Um… so this is great.

Monday morning, I drove a little over 5 hours to the Gulf Coast, while the kids slept in the backseat and as my wife read us the book, The Let Them Theory.

Then we stayed in a condo right there on the water, but not on one of those overcrowded beaches where loud drunk people would ruin the ambience. Even when we did leave for coffee or lunch, we never needed to drive more than a few miles away.

No traffic. No paying to park. No silly “Lightning Lane” passes.

By the 2nd day of our trip, I told my wife, “This is something beyond a family vacation. This is a family retreat.”

It was very noticeable that each of the 4 of us were truly at ease and connected with one another. No distractions. No obligations. Nothing to be but ourselves.

And I think for me specifically, I needed to see what this looks like.

For years now, I have studied, researched, and even published a book on Enneagram. I am fascinated to learn who everyone is underneath how they behave on the outside.

I love being able to understand how to relate better with all people in my life, but especially my own family.

It is a gift for me to be able see my wife and my kids, as well as myself, for who we fundamentally and individually are. I think that’s a lot of the reason why our Spring Break vacation felt like a family retreat. It’s not just about the kids being less needy and more mature.

Instead, it’s because nearly a year into our move from Tennessee and essentially “rebooting” our lives in a slower pace in Alabama, the fog has cleared. I think all of us are able to see each other in a new light.

My 2 Wing 3 wife and daughter are ambitious, selfless, and sociable.

My 5 Wing 4 son is curious, creative, and reserved.

And much to my surprise, yet no one else’s, I am actually 8 Wing 7: pragmatic, assertive, and charismatic.

So as far as status symbols go, I don’t need a fancy car or a big mansion or expensive clothes. Just let me live a life where I can actually enjoy vacations with my family.

That’s enough for me.