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I wonder how people my age can think so objectively...and whats even more surprising is not just one or two...but most of the people around me can make equitable comparisons with precision.....whereas I feel I tend to loose out on the track or tend to get biased at times...

That is for sure not a sign of maturity....for it's not only what I have been fed with ever since I was a child that makes me think "brevity" and "objectivity" are very pivotal indicators of a grown up person but now I "feel" this too!

I am bedazzled by these people....and wish to be like them some day and get over with this naivete, that to my mind is like my nick name....but then again the prepossessed me takes over and I wonder if the "naivete" is actually that or just a case curiosity or a subtle form of rebellious....

Nonetheless, with whatever little 'objectivity' I have ...I would love to conclude that it is in fact some sort of a miniature REBEL!


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