I Perform in Bangkok. I’m Not in the Bangkok Comedy Community.

I’m not part of the Bangkok comedy community.

Not anymore. Maybe I never really was.

And no — that’s not bitterness.

That’s clarity.

For a long time, I thought building community was the goal. That if I helped create spaces, shared stages, lifted others up, and gave more than I got, it would all eventually lead to something solid. Something real. Something shared.

It didn’t. And that’s okay.

Because now I see things clearly: I’m not here to build a scene or a family or a collective mission. I’m here to be a good comedian. To focus on my own work. My own shows. My own voice. I’m not trying to be the mayor of a scene — I’m trying to be the sharpest act on the lineup.

I’m not a club owner.

I’m not a community organizer.

I’m not a gatekeeper, a cheerleader, or a hype man for the scene.

I’m a comic. That’s it.

I’m not here to argue about who built what or who owes who stage time. I’m not debating mic schedules. I'm not trying to be included. I’m not trying to be followed. I’m not trying to be validated.

I’m just trying to make people laugh — and get paid fairly doing it.

Professional shows. Professional audiences. Professional results.

That’s my focus now. That’s where I’m putting my energy. Into writing better jokes, running tighter sets, booking smarter gigs, and building a career I don’t need to apologize for.

If that makes me an outsider — fine.

If that makes me a “threat” — weird, but fine.

But I'm not your enemy.

Never was.

You’ve just cast me in that role because it’s easier to fight a made-up villain than to wrestle with the one we all deal with: ourselves.

Every comic, producer, and performer in Thailand — and honestly, everywhere — faces the same demon: fear. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of being overlooked. Fear that someone else is doing what you do, but better and with higher-resolution Instagram reels.

In comedy, it’s everywhere.

People who spend more time strategizing against imaginary rivals than they do writing actual jokes.

People who want to “run the scene” but haven’t written a new bit in a year.

People who hoard stage time like it’s a family heirloom and act like collaboration is a loss.

Here’s the truth: the comics who are really doing the work? They don’t have time to fight fictional battles. They’re too busy creating. Too busy growing. Too busy focusing on the only opponent that actually matters: yesterday’s version of themselves.

So if you’ve been watching my moves like a hawk…If you think I’m in your way…If you’ve built an entire narrative where I’m the villain…

I get it. I really do.

But that version of me? That enemy you invented?

He only exists in your head.

The real me is rooting for you — even if you’re convinced otherwise.

And even though I want nothing to do with you.

That’s not bitterness.

That’s clarity.

– FunwithLex