66.6% of the time (the waking hours) I am a Mitch.

I will straight shoot to the heart of the issue—but only to give it a George-twist and make a joke out of it. Then I'll turn into Jay and do a "Yes, and" and improvise a punchline here and there, keep things jolly, free of despair.

But at the very heart, I am a Jordan. I know it's unfair to judge, especially when we all have an inner parade of faults and worries inside. We versus us: the inherent incongruity of life.

Yet then again, where there's incongruity, there's a joke. So apart from the masks of fortitude we wear for strangers, let's not pretend among friends that we don't all turn into Byron at night, bear-hugging our pillows in search for that motherly comfort to our sorrows—and let's help each other laugh at it.