If we're going to talk about nooks and crannies, then I define myself as one of those bugs. Many will say no, but in my analysis, of course, I am a dark one, with many things that rarely come to light in the face-to-face world. The activities presented by our admired @damarysvibra and those planned by our good friend @emiliorios have shed light on some of my nooks and crannies, and something comes out; good or bad, but it comes out.

Now let's see what comes out this time.

Let's hold on to the initiative and talk about the three “I's” that José Luis Martorell mentions. By the way, the hyphen that appears in the title of his book is because it was published before 2010, the year in which it was established that the word hyphen does not carry a label. After all, it is definitely a monosyllabic word.

I was very obedient as a child. I had an affectionate father who educated me very well, and everything that was assigned to me or commanded was very well explained: the reason or cause, and the consequence. This taught me to analyze things before throwing a tantrum. I had to determine if something was bad or good and act on it. If the issue was bad for me or I disagreed, I had to have a good argument and express it. It may sound kind of mean for a child, but that helped me a lot in my later life. Thanks, Dad. Therefore, my child self was built from the analytical and not from the emotional.

My adult self is still analytical, but with touches of madness that I have allowed myself to give myself. For some unknown reason, that adult self has a lot of the child self. Before, if something didn't seem right to me, I would look for an argument and confront whoever, in my opinion, was wrong. Now, my adult self, bewitched with the child self, just turns his back on you if he thinks you're talking gamelot. I mean, it doesn't matter to me: whatever you say or think, it's your problem. Of course, it's not that I go to extremes either, I just don't talk so much anymore... I act.

Maybe that happens because I lived a long time adapting to others, giving my opinion based on, and when the day came when it was no longer mandatory to do that, I sent them all for myself. I hope to make myself understood without coming across as rude or caveman.

I really like my other self, who is a father. That guy is a mother. My father was so wonderful that I was imbued with his divinity. I taught my children to evaluate every circumstance, to look for the bad and the good, maintaining principles and values, but above all to ask themselves if they felt good about themselves. My father insisted on supplying love in industrial quantities, respecting that each of my children is a separate universe from me, in which only affection should reign.

It's not that I've isolated myself; it's that I let them be, but always letting them know that I'm there to support them, to listen to them, and that, even if I'm a few years older than them are, I'm as jovial as they are or as serious as they want me to be. I was never bossy like their mothers, I never made them see that I was a closed guy despite my unknown condition, and I always reminded them that only they rule in their lives.

Now, the very degenerates have left me alone, living my life. Well, not everything goes as expected. That last part is a touch of my kid self coming out to play while I'm writing.

Anyway, I like those three “I's". They do not end up disappearing according to circumstances: they are always present, and that makes me very happy.

Thank you, @damarysvibra.