Around three years ago my obsession with Saturday Night Live really blossomed. I love jokes n comedians, you can tell by how often I can be found laughing alone, without any stimulation. I was about15 when I started forcing myself to stay up on weekdays to watch The Daily Show and The Colbert Report with my brother, and Saturday nights to watch SNL (this, in turn, resulted in me being really tired after school and not waking up in time to go to church). And even though Seth Meyers has been on SNL for more than a decade, and I've only been regularly watching SNL for a few years, I feel just as entitled as everyone else to talk about how sad I am about him leaving.
I won't mention his expansive skills as a comedian, since there are 2,000 articles plus a TIME cover about how good of a straightman Seth Meyers is. I just wanted to mention how attached I find myself to the cast of SNL. Weirdly, emotionally attached. When Weekend Update ended last night, you could have found me on the floor, whispering into my phone as my friend talked me through Seth's departure. I couldn't unleash my banshee screams, because my parents were sleeping and I didn't want to wake them up. So I just quietly groaned, not unlike a ghost in a 1990's Scooby Doo episode. Because there isn't anyone I know that makes me laugh as much as Seth Meyers and that weird, elite inner circle of comedians who all seem to be friends. It's like the Illuminati of funny white people. Even though they inspire me, there is a feeling of helplessness as everyone who's jobs I want continue to create such great work. I AM EMPTY. I don't even have good sentence structure. I AM A SHELL, A HUSK OF A GIRL. Which brings us to my first Selfie Sunday.
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