Getting up every morning, facing 20,000 Daviess County adults and attempting to be both informative and entertaining. That’s what I do. The responsibility would overwhelm me, I’m sure — if I attempted to deal with it in real-world terms.
Fact is, I don’t.
I actually live in a fantasy world — a world of my own imagination where my particular delusion displaces reality altogether. When I share this fantasy with others, they usually say “But that is the truth — that’s the way it actually is around here.” Which is fine, but it’s not the reality that drives me. It’s my utter engagement in a very particular fantasy, and here’s what it is:
I believe that I am relevant.
That’s it. I labor under the delusion that what I have to say is being heard, and that it is important to those listening. If that’s actually true — even to a minor extent — that’s great, but as I said, the delusion is more important to me than the facts. To address a broadcast microphone with authority; to be genuine, sincere and authentic; to fearlessly commit to expressing my own thoughts, opinions and feelings; to create and present original comedy with the deep inner assurance that my listener will be entertained — that my stuff is actually funny — all this requires an incredible sense of self-confidence that must be rooted in something bigger and more powerful than reality. And that is precisely what imagination, fantasy — and yes, even delusion provide me. You could call it faith, I suppose; faith and imagination are inseparable. And imagination/faith is far more important to our lives than fact, or reality — we have no clue what reality actually is in the first place — but we can be limitlessly in touch with our imaginations, and with what we believe to be true.
I believe I am relevant. If I’m not, kindly keep it to yourself. Thanks!