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Who am I?

Like a precious stone that is cut to reflect the most light, I believe each person has as many facets.
I focused on the facet of my soul, for the most part. 
This list could go on and on - as I explore other facets. 
Nevertheless, there is a part of me that is less interested in a self-evaluation and more interested in how I am perceived by others. 
Do others perceive me as kind? 
LOL, I forgot to add the word "Direct" because I know my directness has been interpreted to be mean-spirited. 
Is my gullibility, or dyslexia perceived as stupidness? Is my self-confidence perceived as pretentiousness?  Is my even-keel self perceived as heartless-ness? There are as many descriptions of me as there are people who have encountered me. 
Every person out there has a word cloud for every person their mind has perceived, even in the periphery. It is endless.  

 

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  1. Nice. Taking on a difficult subject! Multi-faceted is how I perceive you (among other things).

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  2. Totally love the way you displayed this! I think self evaluation leads indirectly, but surely, to peace of mind. Thinking or worrying about how others perceive me leads in the opposite direction to anxiety. Thanks for your post.

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    1. Brian, what you stated is very, absolutely true, a person worried about how other perceive them will live a tortured existence. I don't worry about others perspectives for just this reason. Instead, I find self evaluation is the tool to what I think is the actual key to peace of mind . . . knowing oneself. The good, the bad and the ugly. Having an honest self-awareness.

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