“Maybe I’m just crazy,” is the thought that has run through my mind (and probably my ex-husband’s) almost daily since I began to turn my blog, I Fart in My Sleep, into a live theatrical piece.Â This thought has been dominating my mind, not because I am exposing some very private things about myself in the show, but because I don’t think it’s a big deal.Â I mean, what’s worse:
1) Having your (less than muscular) thighs rubbing together making fart sounds, while you are blocking a kissing scene for a play at the Odyssey Theatre?
2) Laughing with your girlfriend over margaritas about how everyone pretended it wasn’t happening, when (clearly) your thighs had too much broccoli and dip during the break?
In my opinion, the actual incident is much worse than the retelling of it.Â Others seem to think that telling the story is just as painful as the actual embarrassing moment.Â Even some members of my cast wouldn’t share a story, when asked, at the table read.Â I thought it would be a nice icebreaker for everyone to share a little bit.Â But, I was told, “That is your thing.Â I don’t tell embarrassing stories, because they are embarrassing.Â Why would I want to tell them?” And, again — maybe I’m just crazy.Â So many ridiculous things have happened to me in my life, and as an artist I don’t see how I couldn’t use them as inspiration.
What’s the old saying? “If life gives you lemons… Make vodka lemon drops and write a show called I Fart in My Sleep .” Yeah, that’s it.
Now, I’m not totally numb to the emotion of these stories. There is one that still gets to me every once in a while.Â I certainly don’t like to read it and it’s difficult for me to listen to it as I’m directing the piece.Â Â Sadly, prior to writing the story on my blog, it was something that I thought about every single day since the seventh grade.Â It was a horrible burden I carried around with me.Â Miraculously, once I wrote the story and hit “publish”… I rarely thought of it.Â How powerful is that?
These stories have shaped my life, for better or worse, and they are what makes me…me.Â Now, I have also thought, “What makes me think other people want to listen to my stories?” Some people probably don’t, and I have had to resign to that fact as well.Â That is an interesting bump in the road as a writer/director, to know that there will be people who hate what I’m doing.Â For years, as an actor, all I ever wanted was for people to “like” me.Â Now, I am feeding myself to the lion’s den.Â It’s actually very liberating.
But what brings me true joy is that as much as I know some people will hate it, I also know that so many people will relate to the show and pee their pants laughing (always a goal as a comedian).Â The point of this show is that embarrassing things happen to everyone, whether you want to talk about it or not.Â It happens.Â So let’s talk about it.
Or, maybe I’m just crazy.
I Fart In My Sleep: Confessions of an Embarrassing Life. The Production Company, Lex Theatre, 6760 Lexington Avenue, Hollywood 90038. Opens Friday. Fri-Sat 8 pm. Through February 9. Tickets:Â $25. Â www.theprodco.com. 1-800-838-3006.
***All I Fart In My Sleep: Confessions of an Embarrassing Life production photos by CB Spencer”
Jennifer Sorenson is a proud member of The Production Company.Â Her recent shows for the company include Fifth of July, Baby with the Bathwater and How I Learned to Drive.Â I Fart in My Sleep: Confessions of An Embarrassing Life is her first fully produced stage production.Â The original blog can be found at www.ifartinmysleep.com.