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Self-Consciousness

'He's a control freak'.
'He forces everyone in his team to work according to his will'.
'Of which chakki's (wheat grinder) bread do you eat?'
'Stop asking questions you brain maniac'.
'Oh please! forgive our souls'.

Voices that are ought to haunt me. Of my friends they're, if you like. I do not doubt their intentions. Many of them are specialized food experts that's why he did not ask whether I am inclined towards eating crows (a common metaphor for excessive talkers) or not. I didn't believe any of them. Because I am a self-conscious being! I can see and visualise where do I stand in relation to these out-of-proportion projections. These voices should not haunt anyone. These words of Mr. Shrek rescued me and helped me harmonising my perceptions and subsequent behaviour:

"...Despite my obvious charming looks and wit, people thought I was a monster. And for a long time I believed them. But then you start to ignore what people call you and you start believing what you're..."

I started believing in what I knew of myself, and of what I didn't know about the tastelessness of Roman architecture in the Church of churches in Rome.

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