3-Minute Stand-Up Routine: "The Tragic Comedy of Adulting"
(Note: This routine relies on observation, hyperbole, and self-deprecating humor—no puns!)
(OPENING – DIRECT ENGAGEMENT)
Hey everyone! How’s it going? … (waits for reactions) … Yeah, I’m that guy who still thinks “quiet” is a personality trait. Most of you are probably here because you love comedy, but I’m here because I need this job, and frankly, my resume looks like a cry for help.
Let’s talk about adulting. Adulting is just childhood, but with bills and a constant fear that you’re forgetting to feed your pet before they start plotting revenge.
(ANECDOTE 1 – PARENTAL GENERATION GAP)
My mom still thinks “the cloud” is something that rains on your parade. She’ll say stuff like, “Turn off that electronic fog!” (mimes flipping a hypothetical switch) I tried explaining Wi-Fi to her, and she responded by showing me her actual Wi-Fi password… written on a sticky note stuck to the router. Like, “Honey, if the hackers want it, they’ve already got it.”
And God forbid you need tech support from my dad. You ask him a question, and he solves it by yelling, “Have you tried turning it off and on again?!” (mimes frantic power-button pressing) I swear, that man thinks electricity is a spiritual experience.
(ANECDOTE 2 – DATING APP ABSURDITY)
Speaking of spiritual experiences, let’s talk about dating apps. Swiping left and right is the new “reading body language.” You’re out there trying to craft the perfect bio, and guys, we’re all just writing:
“I love long walks, spontaneous adventures… and also, I can’t afford therapy.”
I went on a date recently where the girl said, “I’m a very passionate person!” … (leans in) … And then she bitched about the waitstaff for 10 minutes. Passionate about complaining, got it.
(ANECDOTE 3 – GYM CULTURE HYPOCRISY)
Ever go to the gym? It’s like a zoo, but with more judgment. You walk in, and there’s always that one guy doing a single reps on the leg press… like, “I’m suffering for the aesthetic!” (mimes grimacing dramatically) Meanwhile, I’m on the treadmill trying to calculate how many calories I burned just from the stress of watching him.
And don’t get me started on the people who wear athleisure to the grocery store. Ma’am, I see your Lululemons as you’re buying ice cream. We’re not in a marathon; we’re in aisle 3.
(CLOSING – MODERN LIFE PARADOX)
We live in this bizarre world where we have more technology than ever, yet we still can’t figure out how to silence the “ deslame” notification from our smart fridge. (mimes frantically tapping imaginary phone) “No, Karen, I don’t need a recipe for kale right now!”
At this point, I think my brain’s just… checked out. I’m out here trying to pay my bills, remember to water my plants, and maintain basic human decency—while constantly wondering if my cat judges me for not getting them a gold collar.
So yeah, adulting: it’s like someone handed you a Rubik’s Cube, said “figure it out,” and then stole your pencil. Thanks, I’ll be here all week… or until my landlord sends another passive-aggressive email.
(waves, exits)
Why It Works:
- No puns: Relies on exaggeration, relatable observations, and self-deprecation.
- Structure: Opens with a hook, builds through escalating anecdotes, ends with a punchy metaphor.
- Timing: Each story is ~30–45 seconds, fitting comfortably into 3 minutes when delivered with pauses and physicality.
