Yes, Everyone with Bossypants is Hanging Out Without Me, Please

It’s no shocker to anyone who has met me ever that I love books.  I love all kinds of books.  As long as it has a story (and isn’t too scary), I’m in.  I don’t read as much nonfiction as I do fiction; however, there’s one niche of nonfiction that lately, I absolutely love.  That is the comedy memoir, if that’s what you want to call it.  The books by Tina Fey, Amy Poehler and Mindy Kaling have especially caught my attention and made me laugh.  I know it’s boringly typical to point to these by three famous comediennes; but if you haven’t read their books, you should.  I also like the parenting related humor, for obvious reasons, and I’ve read quite a few books written by your average, everyday comedy writers, as well.

            I just recently finished Amy Poehler’s Yes, Please.  To me, it’s as honest as comedy can be and it resounded with me even while I laughed.  Just like when I read Tina Fey’s Bossypants and Mindy Kaling’s Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?, Adam had to put up with a great deal of paragraphs being read out loud and laughs repeated until he asked what was so funny.

            Other than making me laugh and at times, pointing things out about life, I learned from these books.  My not-so-secret ambition is to be a writer.  So, when I start reading these books, I arrogantly think I could write a book in this genre.  However, each of these glaringly pointed out the fact that I am not funny.  I like to think I am, but sadly, most other people would probably disagree with me.  I make jokes and often quote things I think are funny in daily conversation and most of the time, they are overlooked or misunderstood.  Sad.  All of you are missing out on my wealth of not-so-funny humor.  I think funny things happen to me every single day.  I am always laughing to myself.  Adam and I are still silly together.  We have no trouble accepting this and we make each other laugh constantly.  I love that about our relationship.  But, not book worthy.   Too bad, really.  If I wrote a book like that, I’m sure that I would think it was hilarious.  Who knows?  Maybe someday.

            So, what was the point of all of this rambling, you ask (if you’ve even made it this far)?  The point was three fold (or possibly there were three points)…1) you should read/laugh more, 2) I may not be actually all that funny, but I enjoy thinking I am, and 3) if you have any ideas for a book that I should write, I would love to hear them.  I’m always working on the next not-so-great American novel/memoir/short story/poem.