My Pursuit of Happiness
After “Austin Stories,” I lived in L.A. I performed stand-up, sketch and improv. I wrote freelance. And nothing seemed to come of it.
So, I panic-married.
I figured that would make me happy. The whole, "happily ever after thing." That’s what people do, right? Let’s just call him “Goatee.” I married Goatee and he wouldn’t get a job. Or couldn’t (he might say). So, I got a part-time job teaching at a private, Orthodox Yeshiva. Again, totally normal, right?
I was living a life that felt completely foreign to me. I hated it.
And I got a moment of clarity. I want to write for TV. No matter how hard it might be. Because you know what else is hard? Going to a job you don’t like every day. Feeling like you’re not living your own life. That’s hard.
And I thought, if I just get hired to write for TV …. ‘then I’ll be happy.’
If you’re ever thinking, “If I only something, then I’ll be happy,” you are in for some rough roads.
Fate seemed to step in to teach me this lesson. And I got hired to write on a network TV sketch show. But I STILL didn’t feel good.
Happiness was a total cock block.
Me: Yay! Incredible! Far out! Now, I’ll be hap—
Happiness: Nah, not yet. When the job actually starts, then I’ll be there.
And the job started and….
Me: Now? Will I be happy now?
Happiness: Um, know what? Let’s wait to see if you get picked up for a 2nd season, then I’m sure I’ll totally be there.
Me: Yes. Okay, great. I’ll see you then.
Show was canceled. But I still had hope.
Me: Maybe if i wrote for a sit-com and not just a sketch show. THEN, I'll be happy for sure, right?
I got hired on a sit-com. But happiness was like...
Happiness: Can't make it right now, maybe Season 3. Or 4!
Happiness was a jerk who kept standing me up.