Barnaby Buttercup
So, I'm terrified of public speaking. Like, genuinely petrified. It's ironic, right? A comedian who's terrified of… well, this.
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I once tried to give a toast at a wedding. I started sweating so much, my shirt became translucent. I think I could see the outline of my ribs… which is not exactly the romantic image the bride and groom were hoping for. Anyone here ever accidentally become a human x-ray?
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My therapist suggested I imagine the audience naked. Didn't help. Now I just picture them all judging my choice of socks. Which, admittedly, is pretty bad. What's the weirdest thing you've ever been judged for?
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Spiders. Eight legs of pure, unadulterated terror. I once saw a spider the size of a small dog. Okay, maybe it wasn't that big, but it felt that way.
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My attempt at befriending a spider involved offering it a tiny cupcake. It just stared at me. Judgmental little eight-legged thing.
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Now, I'm more of a 'scream and run' kind of guy. Anyone else have a similar strategy for dealing with creepy crawlies? Don't lie.
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Heights. My strategy for conquering this was bungee jumping. It didn't go well.
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I fainted before I even jumped. The ground crew thought I was part of the act. They were impressed by my commitment to method acting.
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The moral of the story? Maybe stick to Ferris wheels. Anyone have a better phobia-conquering suggestion? Because I'm open to ideas. Really, really open.
Barnaby Buttercup
Professional Worrier (and Comedian)