Wiseguys Comedy Club Failed Miserably today

Trudy Sobocienski 4 weeks ago Leave a Comment

I am a depressed person. Every day I adult my depression-shitshow. Thats what adulting is. And it is not fucking fun, easy, or light-hearted.

So when I am at my wits end, I go to my resiliency and self-care place.

I pop in at live local bands, street performers, and when I am really needing to be uplifted, I rely on stand-up comedians to help me live another fucking day in this fuck-a-tood of a world we are living in.

I did not know until I was today’s year old, that now… comedy clubs are no longer the safe haven and refuge that I have come to take for granted.

What the entire fuck is going on?

And who is it that I fucking call, picket, and protest for this TRAVESTY of my sanctuary gone awry?

I felt like the utmost shit yesterday when I pre-purchased my ticket for this evenings show.

I am physically, mentally, emotionally, and for absolute freaking certain, socially exhausted.

Again today, I knew I had to take care of everyone and everything I am obligated to take of. And it is a relentless cycle.

I feel like people smell the wits-end that I am at (which is over and over, and rapidly becoming more frequent).

I just cannot be the caretaker of everyone around me, and symtaneously treated like shit because the trajectory of my career was blown out of the fucking sky.

And worse, that I can never get that trajectory back.

And even more worse, that they feel sorry and look down on me because I do not even want it back.

And here is the circular morale to my story.

When I “pop-in” for ANY stand-up comedy show, it is because I want to forget this shitshow I am experiencing right now.

I want to laugh. I want to be selfish in my sliver of time for my selfcare by knowing that it don’t matter who the stand up comedian is.

They are delivering laughter and mutha-f’ng whimsy to my life.

And they make me want to live to see another fucked up day.

Never will I ever step my big toe into the Wiseguys Comedy Club in Las Vegas.

Sorry fuckers, but you don’t serve your purpose for me anymore.

Market yourselves as a self-help club, because I won’t be seeking my self-care there ever again.

Published by Trudy Sobocienski

My blog, "Beyond Leadership" is because I am the noise disrupting the seemingly never-ending backdrop of the ANCSA leaders of Alaska that have stroked each others back for that last 50 years. Alaska Federation of Natives Conference celebrated the 50 year anniversary of ANCSA. The 50 year anniversary of ANCSA at the Alaska Federation of Natives was the same as the 10 year, 20 year, 40 year and now 50 year anniversary. And how do I know? I am born on October 21, 1970. It is the same week every year, traditionally, that the AFN conference has convened until this year. Don't get me wrong, history is great. But the story has not ended when Richard Nixon signed ANCSA into law. AND, there are so many messy things that were not considered, when ANCSA leaders were concerned about land rights at the federal level, and did not pay close enough attention to native rights at the statewide level of government. They weren't wrong, it is hard to shepherd all aspects of government. But start talking about it. View all posts by Trudy Sobocienski

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