Shy and Intelligent are the two most common words I've heard people describe me as. I prefer the term Introvert as I'm not shy, I just can't be bothered explaining myself to people half the time.
Have to confess though I lose a lot of respect for those who try to '' read '' me.
On the flip side though it's always fun to see the workplace idiot think he's more than you and strut around like a dumb rooster with his false superiority. He was the sleazy type, everything, and I mean everything was sexual in nature. His jokes, his general conversations, everything. He once put his hands behind his head whilst sitting on his chair and declared himself '' the genius of the night shift '' Whilst the office he was in was a converted cleaners cupboard.
He was always reasonably nice to me during the night when everyone was away, but as soon as he had an audience he tried to make me the butt of his lame , unfunny trite jokes. Which never worked. But I always held my silence, thinking it was the dignified thing to do. Some people thought it was weakness, others thought it was the sign of intelligence, but none of that mattered.
Like all fools, he eventually gathered so much rope he hadn't a clue what to do with it other than to hang himself ( metaphorically of course )
One morning he was thinking out loud whilst watching the tv, it had two scuba divers on it about to hit the water. He asked '' why do they go backwards ? '' to which I replied in my best unimpressed deadpan voice, '' because if they went forward they'd still be in the boat '' Needless to say his audience loved it and his face was like thunder.
The little jester was all for dishing it, but seldom did he take it.
Excuse the ramble, but I could go on, maybe come back to this over the weekend as its a good concept.