(Beware of metaphor and symbolism, prepare to expand the imagination (and open mindedness))
For quite sometimes I have always paranoid about things. Questions that randomly linger in my mind. What do peoples around me think about me. Am I too arrogant? Am I too insensitive? Am I too sensitive? Am I too manipulative? Am I too romantic? Am I too… (anything possible)? I always hate excessive quality. I always want to be moderate in anything. So I always asking myself what’s on the other side? What’s in their mind?
I am critical (at least in my own mind) of what I see especially of annoying behavior. But I will try to avoid by all cost complaining about them in voice. Although sometime utterly unavoidable. In the same time I hate earnestly those who never except what in their sight and always complaining. As if nothing in this world is made fine. However, when I am happy and feel secure in my surrounding, I tend to be critical and complaining about things around me and even things that beyond my reach.
Ironic isn’t it? When I feel secure I bound to act as if I am the perfect one and start thinking with my stupid “unconscious” mind. Among many hours of my 24 hours days these moments are moments that I would like to be kept afar at all time. During these time I am at most vulnerable of my stupidity and arrogant. Sure someday people may attack me. Honestly I admit my least favorable thing to do is to be humble. Which is also again my greatest weakness.