Still had to find the real me.

In high school. I would not have been Chris Christie’s friend.  Because he was class president. And an athlete.  A somebody. That is, in his mind. I didn’t particularly like a somebody. Though I had nothing against them. It’s just that I didn’t want to be a somebody. Better to be a nobody. Didn’t yet know that I wanted to be a romantic idealist, a spiritual free-thinker, a political liberal, a lover, a dreamer. The last thing I wanted was to be popular. No ambitions to be class president or star athlete. Still had to find the real me.  –Jim Broede