I am one of those people who always have a notebook by hand, although I do not always know what to write. I like to observe, shut up when others speak, and then release a phrase that leaves everyone thinking. Sometimes I think I think too much, but other times I realize that the same habit has saved
I am a rare mixture of calm and chaos. Sometimes I need absolute silence to think, and other times I need music at full volume just to feel that I am alive. I have my hobbies: I fold the corner of the pages when I like a book, I speak only when nobody sees me and I have complete conversations
I like men who have intelligence, but not only the one shown with big words or curious data, but that emotional intelligence that shows when they know how to listen, when they understand silences, and when they respect without having to impose anything.
I do not support the lack of empathy, emotional immaturity, or that kind of ego that believes that you are always right. Someone who does not know how to communicate, who closes, who believes that showing emotions is weakness away.
