As its my birthday, and I feel compelled to celebrate my existence in some way... so I would like to celebrate a still mystifying central paradox of my being, namely:

My equal propensity for 1. solitary metaphysical contemplation about the meaning of life and 2. its seeming opposite... theatrically flamboyant self-expression for the sheer thrill of it. Am I the only walking paradox here?! Or do you have a bemusing core contradiction like mine?