Were you my friend, you would know that I love literature and writing. Were you around, you would see how invariably my daily chore consists of reading literary criticism and drafting my own textual analyses and interpretations. If you were my friend, you would also learn that I am honest, vivacious, and unreserved in my expression of feelings. I am intense and passionate, and thoughtful. Were you among my friends, you would feel treated with indulgence. I am also perceptive and concerned with ethics and morality. I have a strong sense of right and wrong, and I can be trusted. If we were friends, you would also notice that I am brave and that I do not shun difficulties. I am afraid of giving up and, hence, I often fight battles which for others look irredeemably lost. But when I finally realize that I have failed, I try to accept my defeats without wallowing in self-pity. Were you my friend, you would also see that, for all my desire to win this life, I am soft and indifferent to power. Competitiveness and power games bore me. And of course, you would definitely find out that this shiny picture I am drawing here is not without dark undertones. But it will take you longer to discover my demerits. I will do my best to be on my good behavior for a while. Thank you.