And it's cute. Not exactly dialectic.

I once considered what would happen if I ran into someone like me, then I concluded we'd be best friends because I like myself. Sometimes I read something I've written years ago forgetting it's mine and I think "this guy scares the fluff out of me, if I disagree with him I'm probably wrong", then I realize why people in my life either get upset or yield. With me, what I want or what other people want, or their ego - it's all meaningless. Only the truth matters. That is the sacrifice that must be made if one wishes to be correct.