I have spent a good chunk of my improv life wishing I could play like some of my idols.
1) I wish I could do a one-man musical like Blaine Swen
2) I wish I could go balls to the wall like Brendan Jennings.
3) I wish I had the patience and object work of Tj and Dave
4) I wish I could have the confidence and beauty of Mary Sohn
5) I wish I could do a show like Dummy week after week
6) I wish I was as hilariously lovable and as committed as Emily Wilson
7) I wish I could be as focused as Rebecca Sohn or Blythe Haaga
8) I wish I could nail the first line of a scene like John Hartman
Trust me, I could go on and on. I haven’t even begun to mention all the improvisers I know with enviable skill sets…
But I don’t hate these people because they have/do these things.
I love them for it. They inspire me. They make me laugh.
You show me someone who is watching a hilarious show without the smallest smile or a laugh, and I will show you someone who probably doesn’t listen. I will show you someone who is so concerned with his or herself that this person probably finds it difficult to be an equal partner/member in an ensemble.
The trick is letting your jealousy work for you—not against you. Because let’s be honest—it’s only hurting you, not anyone else.