The typical problem with Cholerics is that they expect people to be like them, think like them and even act like them.

Just don’t be better than them, or you’ll get an irked leader.

Which was why they were often annoyed with having to repeat themselves or figuring out why some just differ from them.

Take me. I’m a Choleric. I like to figure out people, though sometimes I missed out on crucial points due to them being so invisible to the naked eyes.

She talked to me about him. I had to sigh.

He is weirdly weird. When I was his age, I wasn’t that stupid.

I choose to talk to people, not that I wait for them to approach me. I am talkative at one point and then quiet at one. I like to switch from Sanguine mode to Phlagmetic mode.

I express my thoughts openly and never had problem with obtaining what I want, because I let the bearer know what I want.

Translated to I am demanding.

I earn things through good grades and attitudes. I know how pointless it is to get good grades but sucks helplessly at the latter department.

Why on earth did he not follow my footsteps? Why on earth did he not do what I did when I was his age?

Those remarks show what a true-blood Choleric I am.

I am hopeless. I cannot demand the impossible from others.

He is not me. But he compared himself to me.

Which just added to the list of things I hate.

I detest being compared.

Please spare me from the world of comparation. I don’t need snivellers to put me at par with anything.

It’s just…

Everyone’s unique. I may be smarter than most at one department, but I’m helpless at another.

We complement each other. If everyone is a great cook, who’s going to be the great customer?

Isn’t that what makes the world goes around?

Let’s shone our advantages and better our dis. I’m sure we can all live happily ever after.

Have a good day, people, while I sort out this platter of mine.