Myself, a Mystery

Do I know myself? 
I know what I like. I like dancing to upbeat music. I like trying new hobbies and foods. I like packages arriving on my doorstep. I like change in weather and pace. 
I know what sets me off. I hate when people offer help they know they will never give. I hate when people listen half heartedly. I hate doing the same housework over and over again. 
 I get bored easily. I'm honest. I'm impatient in a patient way. 
Despite all these things I know about myself, I'm still a mystery. I don't really know the extremes of who I am. I don't know what would make me happiest. I don't know what would force me off a ledge. We are all so very complex and we may never truly know the whole soul inside our bones. 

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