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Egocentrism



I am moody, frank, eccentric, detached, methodical, individualistic, erratic, analytical, creative, fair, passionate, ambitious, intense, understanding, verbal, sensitive, naive, impatient, inquisitive, open and logical. 

I am honest as long as it doesn't really hurt anyone including me. 

I have a poor EQ which is compensated by not so poor IQ. 

My hobbies are writing, reading, traveling, shopping, thinking and music. 

Three things that can grab my complete attention at any time are good food, clothes and hot guys (not necessarily in that order). 

The best thing I have ever done is taken risks. 

My best friend is my brain. 

The most important things in my life are being fair, being loved, self-respect, a good career, family and friends. 

My biggest enemy and friend is my hyperactive brain which thinks a lot. 

I am reasonably good at creative debating, writing, presenting and working. 

I have a bit of ego. 

I don't read like I used to.  

My weaknesses are chocolates, Indian romantic movies, spicy food, success, power, love to mention a few... 

I like traveling. (Like ... 
REALLY LIKE traveling)

My biggest fear is having a monotonous life.

My worst nightmare is waking and finding myself on an island all alone. 

My biggest tragedy is not being understood. 

I think my “Theory of Irony of Life” is true. 

I want to be able to fly and I feel I will live forever. 

I want more friends who really love me
.
  
I think a lot. 

When I am in upswing, it shows as focused intelligent work and philosophical pondering. In downswing it becomes destructive attitudes, sullen moods and laziness. 

I accept myself and people as they are as long it doesn't disturb my peace of mind. 

I think purpose of every activity is happiness. 

I feel money is by luck but knowledge is by hard work. Hard work without a clear aim is stupidity. 

I believe in love and God. 

I think true love is only for lucky.

I think in the end, nothing really matters ... except how one 
feels.

I can write poems only when I am sad, touched or obsessed.
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