On my way home, the cab driver definitely thought I was losing my mind. I was randomly bursting into hysterical laughter, the kind that has you slapping your knee with tears streaming down your face. It happened every time I saw a couple or a car with a specific sticker on it.
The driver looked genuinely concerned, and at some point, I had to try to explain that I was coming from a stand-up event, specifically Bexta Ndabalime’s Midlife Clarity show at Dopamine. I tried to retell some of the jokes to prove I wasn't crazy, but I don't have the structure or the delivery of a comedian, so it just made me look more unhinged.
