When puberty came during a cold, it left me with a deep voice that seemed unwieldy at the time. As a child who relied heavily on sarcasm and a certain wryness, I had no idea how to proceed with my new instrument.
Until I watched All About Eve.
In George Sanders’ Addison DeWitt, I found an example to follow. So I assiduously studied his vocal delivery (albeit with a pronounced Texas twang at the time), until I had recreated a reasonable facsimile of it. And that’s why I’ve sounded like a world-weary suicide since I was 13.