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About me, I find myself debating that very mystery, though on a more physical plain that most would attribute to that question. What is the meaning of life? Is it really 42? I know who I am. I know what I am, what I don't know is if I like barbecue sauce or ketchup more. Ah yes the age old debate. Which is better? BBQ or Ketchup (I don't think anyone still spells it "Catsup")? But alas I digress. I've broken my most charming and truthful elements into the following bullet points: To the people that know and love me [or don't]: I am intelligent [know-it-all], witty [smart-ass], attractive [vain], charming [over confident], creative [moody], talented [loud], brave [naive], accommodating [door mat], inspiring [inspiring], honest [blunt], stubborn [stubborn], mysterious [mysterious], and impatient [impatient]. To me [besides the afore mentioned]: I am a self sufficient, self-aware work in progress. To you: I will be whatever you perceive. I am, unfortunately, brutally honest, and am only interested in the same from others. I'm the worst kind; I think I'm low maintenance, but am, in all reality, high maintenance. I think I am simple, but am apparently frustratingly complex. I am who I am and I honestly could give a fuck what anyone thinks. I'm 26, Texan, Irish, and an asshole.