My self-summary
​I am nice, assertive when necessary, adapt well to others and the world around and within me—well-read and considered to be at least somewhat intelligent (maybe more...can't know); people do tend to give me attention when we meet and andor come across each other (virtually always good at the beginning), and onwards and longer and more (good and bad by and at this time—later down the road, I mean—although normally staying on the good-good side)—and I like it that way because for me, getting attention feels good and right—i.e., normal (sic—and I mean it in Latin, of course), and even healthy—

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At least casually and on their outsides people do tend to like me, and I do tend to like human beings as well (and other life forms—i.e., the usual, etc.), and, like them, I do quite often wear it and show it on my outsides—However, I also tend to feel it awfully-much-overly-and-more-than-a-whole, whole-lot-obviously on my inside insides as well.

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However—
if they’re busy telling me how to think
and what to believe,
and how to conduct myself in the world, and, perhaps obviously by now, what to say, I usually say, in one word or another—stay and remain far far away from me, please. I don’t need to be told how to think by any silly person or not, thank you (all this regarding a club of dictators I recently liberated myself from and on and onward and out and on and out-out-outward, again... anD...AGAIN)
(However, I am awfully willing to be told what to do and when to do it, if it is called for at the time and if I feel it is pertinent to the situation at hand—whatever that may happen to happen to be (and there certainly are many of these things called 'situations'—which I usually just happen to fare well in. I'm lucky—I guess.

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—Yeah. I'm lucky. I take the “guess” back, and out-of-the-picture as it were).

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And finally, I would say I like interesting people, but I find all kinds of people interesting for this, that, and for other reasons as well—But that won’t last forever if I’m getting little or nothing out of some godforsaken "relationship," and whatever kind and class of tango that may happen to be. And my humble guess is that I'm not the only person among us who happens to feel that and this, andor the other way—whatever that way may be. (But I will find out; I promise you, my Lord—and I would, and will never forget, my Lady, my Lord. (My Lady, I'll find out one way or the other.))

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What I’m doing with my life
Having a good time and being successfully, I do hope, witty—enjoying the company of others, as well as an other, and hearing this human being talk, and watching this human being move his or her body, and, but of course—shifting her beautiful mind this way and more, and always in response and reply to circumstance—the always-mastering moment—and, yes, in tandem with means, and with ends—and this being his, andor her, reply…to the moment's opportunities, requirements, and necessities: and exploitable possibilities. (Yeah. I may sound like a god-awful primatologist for chrissakes—you know, someone who studies monkeys and apes and the other related ones, I mean to us as well as to each other? It's an interesting way to look at ourselves and each other—started doing it not too long ago. Quite helpful and even morally illuminating. Yeah, that's right. Believe it or not.)

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The first things people usually notice about me​
Looking good. Focused and even, yes, charming. No wasting times andor screwing around awfully, and this quite notably, at the earliest beginnings and on to the early and on a bit to the not so early and a bit later and so on until the…when? (Likely good, good way to be courteous towards people at these and at such early, precarious stages and moments, and the best way to like, and, truly, to love oneself later that night and early the next morning.)