I'm a lad who acknowledges his own superior wit, keen intellect, and general aura of wonderfulness through manufactured self appreciation while referring to himself as a Wondrous Being of Light and Splendor. Or something.
INTJ. Logic and seriousness aside, I like to run across sidewalks with my hands out making airplane noises. I'm 29 going on 5, and I am never growing up. Not even to wear pants.
I’m a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.
I'm not a psychopath, I'm a high-functioning sociopath. Do your research, Anderson!
Be water, be Dancing Mad.