Well hello, deary. You are among the persons of the sweetest dispositions I know. On the good days, at least. I seriously believe there's a snake in there of which I should be wary, and I don't know why I feel like that. Call it gut feel. I know there's a baddie in each person, but yours is the grudging sort, I feel. I'm not one to cross you, but if and when I do, I feel that will be an error of which I would be unaware. And the grudge would be something I would not fully comprehend. You carry with you a black bag reserved for memorabilia of errors against your ego that bruises a little too easily, and works on vanity; and despite the control, you teeter between outrage and calmness on a tight rope. Be careful sweetheart.