Class: (adj) showing stylish excellence.
I have selected the class of my identification.
It isn’t being white. I’m too blotchy for that.
It isn’t being young. I’ve eaten too much birthday cake.
It isn’t being old. My brain and spirit refuse to make that concession.
I’m not in a class with the intelligentsia. Matter of fact, I feel silly writing the word “intelligentsia.”
I’m not in the class of the ignorant. I try to avoid ignoring things.
I simply want to possess “who I am” as simply as possible and show class. What is class?
I suppose people would give many examples of class, but my definition is: the ability to expose arrogance without hurting anyone.
Life is filled with arrogant people who think they are a class above everyone else. Being able to welcome them back into the family of humanity without infuriating them or making them defensive is called classy.
Arrogance kills the human spirit because it forbids humility. Humility is the only thing that makes us tolerable to one another.
Join me in hoping for more class in our world.
And the best way to guarantee an answer to that wish is to sport a little bit more of the stuff yourself.