Sometimes I recall past events in my life with either embarrassment or amusement. It really depends on how stupid my behavior was at the time.
When I was 13 to 16 I ran around with a group of fellow teens. They were good guys and girls, generally well behaved, and we had loads of fun together. Of course, I was anxious to make a good impression on everyone – especially the girls. I tried to appear sophisticated and always ready with a bon mot, but actually I was a rather ignorant clod. Rapier like wit has never been my strong point.
Nevertheless, I distinctly remember one evening with the group when I established an undying reputation as a master of clever repartee. Another member of the gang had said something which called for comment, and I searched my mind desperately for an amusing response. Before I could get it out, someone else came out with another remark, and when I finally made my own comment the entire group collapsed into hysterics. They actually applauded me for my brilliance and speed of delivery. Problem was, what I said was not that funny, so the reaction had to be because it was a perfect response to the second person’s remark. I had no idea what that person had said.
Do you think that I would admit that my witty remark was a sheer accident? No way! I basked in my brief moment of glory.
But I have always wondered what it was that that second person had said. I will never know.