Not a man of few words
You don’t become class clown by keeping your mouth shut.
As a kid I’d say anything to win a room. Anything. After all, the infamous title came with a high level of pressure. I had to deliver.
They couldn’t all be zingers, though. Saying the first thing that popped in my head got me in trouble and cost me my dignity more times than I can recall.
With growing pressure, I somehow learned to pick my words more carefully, did no less for my moments, and stopped caring about my dignity altogether.
If that’s not my current job description, I don’t know what is.
