I am a paranoid guy. But my paranoia borders on a potential disorder. I am paranoid about things that might not even happen. For example, I always worry that I cannot do great work. My fear is not about failing, though. My concern is that someone will dig up something I said on my twitter feed that I can’t entirely agree with today. Is that rational? But when has fear been reasonable?...
TL;DR You are right. Now get some popcorn before you start reading. Noni is a dreamer. Not a day dreamer (she is more realistic and practical than I am, in most things that matter) by any metric. But she seldom wakes up without a dream. I can probably count the number of days she woke up after a peaceful sleep. Her dreams are superb fantasy, gory violence or she is flying across the world....
If the mum is to be believed, A used to roll in the street pavement crying out loud. He always needed a car toy that the street vendor sold. But A had great ethics even as young as a 1yr old! He never asked for the same toy twice, and never asked for more than one toy. And A had already mastered persuasion by embarrassment – perhaps a sign of things to come?...