So after reading some of Bo’s interviews, I feel like he over-thinks everything. Everything he is saying is so carefully packaged, and processed. He is maturing, and evolving as an artist, which I respect fully. But a part of me just falls away, and it’s as though a part of my soul is cracking off. My heart goes out to him, even though I know he isn’t looking for sympathy, or anything really. He claims he doesn’t care, and laughter isn’t his goal. He “plays cocky” but wants his audiences to catch glimpses of who he really is. He uses deep, intellectual thoughts as a backdrop to silliness and awkward pauses. Consciously or not, that is playing to an audience. And even he admits that it’s a paradox. Vapid and culturally illiterate people enjoy the sex jokes, and the awkward stares, and his crude humor. They enjoy his boldness, and his unabashed penchant for saying whatever the fuck he wants. Others enjoy these too, but the more observant will find that his self-deprecating humor comes from somewhere real. While he might be psychologically normal, you’d be a moron to believe that there isn’t something more to him.
With Bo, it’s all so eloquently said. But jumbled and tangled so that it is nearly impossible to glean what he is really feeling. His responses make it clear that he is intelligent, humble and talented, but there is something ominous in them as well. I really just wanna give him a hug after reading certain parts. I just want to have one conversation with him, a REAL conversation, without cover-ups and false pretenses. I just want to know him, even if it’s just for one or two minutes. Because I’m already in love with the idea of him: and I want to understand the man at the core of Bo Burnham