About a year ago, a girlfriend of mine asked if I'd submit some monologues for a compilation book she was putting together. I'm not a comedian, but my kid thinks I'm funny.
So I wrote a couple of short stories and submitted them.
In September, Hal Leonard Publishing released "WOMEN'S COMEDIC MONOLOGUES THAT ARE ACTUALLY FUNNY" and my two stories were featured.
So, now I'm published, and it's not even an E-Book.
Here's one of the shorts:
I found out today, I am albino. {A beat}
I’m not joking. {Another, awkward beat}
I can hear what you’re thinking: “But she doesn’t have red eyes? Does she?” “She’s lying.” “I’ve seen albino turtles on Animal Planet … all albinos have red eyes and feather hair.”
Well, you’re wrong. A red eye does not an albino make. Of course I didn’t know this until today, when I found my people.
Flashback now, to me, age 5, diagnosed by my pediatric ophthalmologist as “almost albino.”
My CRAZY mother – oh you think YOUR mom is crazy? You think ALL moms are crazy? DID YOUR MOTHER SHOW UP TO YOUR HIGH SCHOOL BAND CONCERT WEARING LINGERIE?!?!
I digress … my crazy mother diagnosed my albinism LONG before finding said pediatric ophthalmologist … it only took her 8-quacks to find one who would agree with her.
To be fair, I look nothing like my mother. Or my father. I mostly look like my step mother, who I thought for years was really my mother, who only gave me up to my crazy mother because she felt sorry for her. Dammit … I keep losing focus.
Did you know that most albinos are legally blind? Including me.
Hence the ophthalmologist.
So upon the diagnosis of almost albinism, I was sentenced to death by way of photo-gray lenses. Do you know what they are? Have you ever seen a mug shot of a creepy trucker with tinted glasses? Those are most likely photo-gray. No, they never really un-tint. Yes, they are always brown and creepy.
My father denounced said pediatric ophthalmologist (and my mother) – I should mention, they’re divorced – and purchased ANOTHER set of un-tinted glasses for me to wear on the weeks I was at his house.
Evidence of the façade that lasted for 6-years thereafter is my double set of school pictures: tinted creeper child photos at my mom’s, and (same outfit) normal lenses at my dad’s.
It really is a miracle I’m not a sociopath.
By the time my mom learned about my 2nd set of glasses, I already had contacts, and she was busy diagnosing me with extra bones in my feet (she almost convinced a podiatrist to put casts on both feet to “calm the inflammation” before my dad intervened and bought me Birkenstocks to help my arches).
For nearly 25 years, my almost albinism has been my father’s family joke.
Until today, I went to the eye doctor. I can never seem to get a 20/20 prescription and I was hoping she’d give me some glasses to put over my contacts so I could see street signs again. Or for the first time.
This particular doctor was a specialist, she’s used to seeing weird eyes. But when she saw mine, she started giggling. Giddy like.
An eye doctor laughing, when you’re helpless with dilated pupils is somewhat disconcerting … so I asked, “what the hell is so funny?”
She said, “Well, I’ve just only seen eyes like yours in textbooks. Never in real life.” {A beat} “You know, ocular albinism.”
(Doctor) “Because your retinas sparkle.”
{A beat} (BLANK STARE, jaw drops)
(Doctor) “No one ever told you?” (a beat) “When I look at normal eyes, the retina is like a piece of cardboard. Your retinas are like Swiss cheese. The light shines through and makes them sparkle. Red-eyed albinos’ eyes quiver in the light, yours just shine.”
That’s right everyone … my eyes sparkle like a Twilight Vampire.
Becoming and albinoid, as we like to call ourselves, was the best day of my life. There is something really liberating about never having to try to be tan again. Also, I’m a genetic goddess. A lot of shit had to happen for my eyes to twinkle like they do. It’s a shame I have to keep this secret from my mother, I wouldn’t want her to know she was right.