For most of my life and maybe for most of yours. I’ve had the unique ability to not fit in, no matter how badly I wanted to.

Take yourself back to 1982, when text messages were called “notes.” They were written with paper and pen, folded with origami-level skill, and hand-delivered across cafeterias and classrooms with super spy precision.

I don't like admitting this, but even though I'm a reasonably high-functioning person, I have spent much of my life struggling with weight, self-esteem, and perfectionism. My childhood was relatively uneventful. I wasn't abused.

I've been the President of my condo association for over a year and a half. I never thought I'd go from touring worldwide as a comedian to condo association President. Still, here I am living the dream, doing my best to protect my property investment and everyone else's. 97% of my residents are absolutely fantastic.

Our beloved golf cart of three years needed serious help. The paint was chipping off, the support for the back seat was broken, and we blew out the Bluetooth speakers. It rattled and shook when we drove it. The estimate to fix it was $6000, or we could buy a fully loaded new one with a warranty for $9000. We opted to get a new one.