The surrounding bullshit you have to go through as a comedian, a.k.a the grind, is hard enough. The stage should be the easy part. Save the struggle for going to mics everyday, signing up for the 150th spot on the list, watching everyone else go up before you while the crowd slowly dwindles, then bombing in front of nobody except a few other comics who are even further down the list than you, but still waiting for their turn. Begging friends and family to fulfill the five person quota of a bringer show, writing every morning, watching other comedians progress faster or slower, signing up for open mics at clubs and not getting noticed by the booker, even when you did well, while some comic that sucks gets the development spot you are starving for while a constant paranoia that you might be wasting your life for five minutes of eliciting laughter from strangers is always there, especially when you shuffle offstage into obscurity Then when you've been doing it long enough to get booked on shows and even get paid, a whole new gauntlet must be navigated on the way to the stage: Booking independent shows, trying to sell tickets to people who never heard of you, convincing other comics to let you open or feature for them, desperately trying to build a following online, dealing with other "comedians" whose idea of the grind is how many people they can get cancelled- because to them comedy is just the means to the end --which is getting attention. Learning to kill, receiving praise after shows, getting yelled at after shows, winning contests, booking festivals while trying to maintain the line between onstage and offstage because you're being held to some established unspoken norms no one told you about. Getting passed at clubs, getting banned from clubs, having drinks thrown in your face, offended audience members waiting for you after the show by your car, meeting an agent or booker or producer or headliner who you are sure will be your big break, only for nothing to happen, until they reappear and something does happen, and then it doesn't again. Getting fired from day jobs becuase you're comedy on Youtube gave a coworker an early period, juggling personal relationships with people who only want something from you depending on what degree of success you are experiencing but still resenting you for your commitment to succeed. Sweet family members disowning you because of a joke you wrote, and being broke until you're less than broke, then making a lot of money which only keeps you tolerating being broke again because you've had a taste.