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I am fundamentally introverted and given to thought. I am often perceived as very (or overly) pondering and i'm also both considerate and very cautious. I am organized and schedule oriented, often planning extensively. I can be highly creative in activities such as poetry, art and mathematics - and i'm sensitive to others. Because of this sensitivity and my thoughtfulness i can become preoccupied with the tragedy and cruelty in the world which makes me susceptible to depression and moodiness. Often i am a perfectionist. My desire for perfection often results in a high degree of personal excellence but also makes me to be highly conscientious and difficult to relate to because others often cannot please me. I am self-reliant and independent, preferring to do things myself in order to meet my standards. One negative part of me is that i can get so involved in what i am doing that i forget to think of other issues. My caution enables me to prevent problems that the more impulsive personality runs into, but can also cause me to procrastinate and remain in the planning stage of a project for very long periods.

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