How about a story first? I'll tell you one.
At a young age I decided to be the smartest little brat ever. Then real life crashed down upon me, telling me that I'm actually one of many smart little brats in the world (which, by the way, was way bigger than I ever imagined). And eventually I wasn't even a brat anymore (some would debate this). Enter first decade crisis.
I picked up sports, violin, a sense of humor. That sense of humor eventually turned highly irreverent, but that is another story. I took up reading, math, the scientific method. Then this annoying thing called the computer arrived and took up all my time. Enter second decade crisis.
Before I knew it, I had discovered art, beauty, the meaning of friendship, engaged in activities I had once decided never to do, and finished college. I shared my life with another, made a few bucks, and realized that not every lucid thought needs to be expressed. This last realization was rather life-altering.
End of story so far.
Present day, I'm one of the most open-minded people you're likely to meet. I'm also generally immodest for the same reasons. Oh and random. You’ll see that I walk up to strangers and start conversations (or burst into song about working on that railroad). People ask, often, and I tell them I'm high on life.
Plus, did you know that once you and a stranger introduce yourselves, you're no longer strangers? And then you can sit on the bus together and everything.
Lastly, I pay attention. It's kind of my thing.