Personal Narrative: My Husband
My husband (TJ) should have been a stand-up comedian. For the past 28 years, my man has made me belly laugh every single day with the most shocking and funniest comments one could imagine. I come from an extra-large family that always has 30 plus people at every gathering. My hubby has a large, captive audience that always ends up in tears, crying, from the outlandish subject matter that he tackles.
Six of us were flying back to Seattle from Texas. It was a full flight and we were sitting in the back of the plane. Next to my husband and I was an elderly woman (85+), who was of Korean heritage and did not speak English. Before the plane took flight, we noticed a distinct odor. My husband knew exactly what it was, having been in Korea many times.
It was the rotten odor of kimchi (fermented Korean cabbage). The passenger next to my husband was passing gas, blanketing the air with a foul, wicked stench that was undeniable.
The comic that my husband is, jumped at the opportunity to take advantage of the hysterical event and began with calling for the flight attendant, asking her, “Do you smell that?” Her response, “I feel your pain”, then left quickly. For the next five hours, he made comments about chemical warfare, not allowing the Koreans into the United States and odor eliminators found in Seattle.
Most of his comedy is about normal human life that most find politically incorrect to talk about. TJ will bring it front and center, giving it the “respect due to life” that is talked about by Henri Bergson (1). Bergson’s explanation of associating uncomfortable topics (that make us uneasy) creates a social gesture that connects the individuals (7). The “degree of elasticity and sociability” exposes him to the commonality that makes all curious about the acts of humans.
Six of us were flying back to Seattle from Texas. It was a full flight and we were sitting in the back of the plane. Next to my husband and I was an elderly woman (85+), who was of Korean heritage and did not speak English. Before the plane took flight, we noticed a distinct odor. My husband knew exactly what it was, having been in Korea many times.
It was the rotten odor of kimchi (fermented Korean cabbage). The passenger next to my husband was passing gas, blanketing the air with a foul, wicked stench that was undeniable.
The comic that my husband is, jumped at the opportunity to take advantage of the hysterical event and began with calling for the flight attendant, asking her, “Do you smell that?” Her response, “I feel your pain”, then left quickly. For the next five hours, he made comments about chemical warfare, not allowing the Koreans into the United States and odor eliminators found in Seattle.
Most of his comedy is about normal human life that most find politically incorrect to talk about. TJ will bring it front and center, giving it the “respect due to life” that is talked about by Henri Bergson (1). Bergson’s explanation of associating uncomfortable topics (that make us uneasy) creates a social gesture that connects the individuals (7). The “degree of elasticity and sociability” exposes him to the commonality that makes all curious about the acts of humans.