Navel-Gazing
(Do dragons even have navels?)

So you want to know about me, eh? Well, good luck. I haven't figured myself out yet; if you think you've managed to understand me, please let me know :-)

What I have here are my attempts to figure myself out, in words. They may not make a lot of sense to you; if they don't, I apologise. It's the best you're going to get, though.

• Please Don't Hug the Bookwyrm -- it's the most basic rule of dealing with me, and this is the best explanation I can devise for that quirk.
• Am I Really as Weak as I Seem? -- Yes! And maybe no . . .
• Patheticism -- My strategy for staying safe in a dangerous world.
• What Do I Fear? -- Almost everything :-) But that's not the point in this essay; it's trying to make sense of how much I'll sacrifice to avoid being directy threatened. What is it about the idea of an attack that will send me so out of my way to avoid it?