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’ll ever admit.
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.
