>be me
>get home after a hard day at work
>hop on my favorite game (comedy night)
>pull out routine i've been practicing for the past 3 weeks
>ready to debut
>press the perform button
>the audience is a mix of soundboards, 13 year olds, and racists
>take the stage
>'h-hey guys how about t-hat pasta salad haha'
>start sweating and my mouth gets dry
>the audience notices and starts heckling me
>'is it pasta, is it salad... hah..'
>audience digs in deeper
>start falling into a dark spiral of despair
>'thank you very much'
>crowd is relentless and calls me horrific things
>leave stage and choke back tears
>made to look like a fool on my favorite video game (comedy night)
call my mom but she tells me it's just a stupid game
>go to bed no one understands me or my routine
>pasta salad routine stuck in my mind
>cant sleep and the echos of abuse on a feedback loop
>'When I see pasta salad in the break room refrigerator, I’m not thinking ‘leftover’, I’m thinking pass over.'
>kms