Am I serious or joking? The answer is yes.
I'm of the philosophy that you think things out first and do them once, correctly, the first time.
Everyone says that I'm scary smart, but I don't really see it. To me it just seems like everyone else is just sitting around letting their brains atrophy. If I have seen farther, it is not because I'm standing on the shoulders of giants, but because I'm standing among midgets. Plus I'm interested in art, science, logic, and philosophy to the point of obsession. I could care less about material possessions, celebrities, or gossip.
I don't talk just to talk. I talk if I have something to say. Speaking is a slow, inefficient form of communication and I derive no enjoyment out of that type of masochism. Most things are self-evident if you have eyes and a brain. That being said, I'm not a silent weirdo and most people don't realize how much I despise talking until they've known me for years, if they notice at all. I constantly feel as if I'm being obnoxiously obvious while others are being incalculably ignorant. ex: I'm cooking something in the oven. You see me putting something in there. After a while, the timer starts going off. I go to the kitchen, put on oven mitts, and go to the oven. You are standing directly in front of the oven. You look at me with a blank, expectant look and don't move. WHY?! Why do I have to ask you to move? Do you not hear the sharp, ear-piercing beeping right behind you? Do you think I walk around wearing oven mitts because I like the way they look? What is so confusing about this situation? How do you not understand what's happening? Now imagine similar situations happening to you all of the time. Welcome to my life.
And while I may get frustrated, and while I may get annoyed, I never yell or stay angry for more than a few seconds. It's too silly to. Although I will mostly likely ask a smart-ass question if it happens too many times. Like walking into a room and asking you if the lights are on.
Basically everything I do or say is, in the end, an effort to get you to think. To be aware of your surroundings and yourself. I'm trying to jump-start the old thinking machine in your head you left off too long and can't find the ON switch to it anymore.
After reading up to this point, you may think, "Hey, this guy sounds like a dick." In which case you would totally be correct. But I am also equally the opposite. I'd do just about anything for those I care about. I don't really see the point of being mean. Being gentle and kind is just so much nicer for everyone. Even when I'm being a dick it's only because I'm trying to help you and you're being difficult.
For an introvert, I have a surprisingly massive amount of friends and acquaintances. I can hardly go anywhere without knowing pretty much everyone there. In the rare case I don't, give me a few hours and I'll be the most popular guy in the room. I don't know how I do it, nor do I try. It just ends up that way. I guess I'm simply universally loved. I like being loved. And feeling all that love only makes me happier, which makes people love me more. It's a viscous cycle.
The more I write, the more confusing I get. So yes, that is correct.