I am a very shallow person.
I know, I know...total surprise! Right out of left field!
As a child I used to think that I was responsible and mature. I used to think that I was a deep thinker, and an intellectual.
What did I know?
I know the truth now.
If it isn't fun, I won't do it. If I have to think too hard about it, then it's too much like work, and I won't waste my time on it. This explains why my house is always a wreck. It explains why I only read fiction. It explains why I spend the minimum amount of time on my homework. I HATE work!
I am an irresponsible, shallow human being.
I would have thought this realization would upset me since it is so different from my former perception of myself, but as I have come to terms with my true self, I have also found that it doesn't bother me. Ah well.