Do you see yourself as a leader?

This is such a serious prompt, but I’m inclined to answer because I feel like writing.

I do not, nor have I ever seen myself as a leader. I certainly never wanted to be one. I’ve always fancied myself a fly on the wall. But then I step out of my car at work and my alter ego takes over. Or maybe disappears. Whatever the case, I become an entertainer and speaker of truths. I don tiny plastic hands and greet my subjects at the door before inundating them with knowledge they never thought they wanted to know. I fill their heads with thoughts that wake them up in the night in fits of anxiety. And they come running to me —the source of their agony—for comfort.

¡El edificio se calló!

So I was told once.

Then he made a 4, and now the building stands strong.

Growing is scary and painful, but somebody has to guide them through. I shove them through. With my tiny plastic hands.

I guess what I am saying is that if I have to do this thing, if I have to teach, if I must lead, then I will do it with as little seriousness as possible. The subject is hard enough.