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Oft running into trouble

I'm seldom impulsive. But that doesn't mean to say that I remain indecisive for too long. Once a decision is taken, I stick to it and seldom have a change of heart. Though I would like to think that I'm flexible enough in my outlook, I guess others don't always share the same view about me. In fact, some might even say that I'm extremely obstinate and confrontational. I guess it's hard to be a self-critic.

In my few years in the corporate world, none of my peers have had as much trouble accepting things as they are as I have. No one has run into trouble as often as me. Few have refused to ridicule me for the notions I bear. I find it very hard to have others dictate terms and conditions to which I must adhere. It's a fundamental question of choice, as I see it. I have scant respect for hierarchy and easily reach out to people at the top when treading the down-to-up way doesn't work or is too slow for my liking. And I've had more than my share of high-profile antagonistic stances in the meantime.

Really, either there is something fundamentally wrong with the way I think or the way the world around me works. I have reason to suspect the latter. The daunting numbers against me are hardly impressive. I don't mind being solitary.

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