Have you ever calculated yourself? How intelligent, creative, versatile, open-minded or kind you are. I guess I kind of do it every day since I do wonder what others think of me, but at the same time, I fear complacency. If you think too highly of yourself, you should also know that your demise will be the result of your faulty conjectures. You can feel it. When people stray away from you because they just can’t handle your haughty and poised nature. Your thought of perfection is imperfect. It’s disturbing. It’s conceited. It’s pompous. It’s utterly annoying. And most importantly, it’s not you.