I remember moments when I have said something funny, when I have genuinely entertained, or when I have said something enlightening, though I remember that with less fondness. But I remember before these moments there was such struggle. Extended periods of turning myself inside out and vomitting embarrassment all about my person to get to the point where I thought I was appreciated rather than tolerated. One solution is to not care, and I can not care about the embarrassment or not care about the tolerance. I shall not close down, for perform we must.
The ritual at the end of the day
It can be in the drink and the chat after...