the 'un-me'... with excerpts from my fave book

Me as a person? Such attributes and qualities of me being a person are neither timeless nor limited. People around me are the jurors and not I. Still yet, I can only be myself, and partly by the circumstances of my life, it is a partial self. For me as their views are run, it would ill become me to conceal the truth. I'd love to hear people say those crossing words, with the sweetest adjectives, but I do not want anyone to think better of me than i deserve. Let those who like me take me as i am and let the rest leave me.
When it comes to my good points, they are being laid across me in every subconscious and idle moment on my daily passes. People say I'm incapable of complete surrender. Even if the hysteria of the world repels me, i take the cross, feel the pain, savor the agony, and never run away. As added, I'd rather hate but not condemn in the midst of throng surrender to a violent feeling of mirth and sorrow. They as well bid me jealous of my independence from a young age. They would also qualify me as far better persevering and hardworking than most usual peers.
High school folks believe I'm as sincere as a promising monk as i dealt with works and relationships. A bunch of friends would master my appeal to them as "Mr. Responsible", they find me competent and reliable in working with them. Friends in far significant levels and distinctions further classify me ironically as 'fun to be with', humorous at unpredictable appropriate times. They say I've got the blueprint of releasing their troubles and extremes and refreshing their spirits. As thoughtful as i could be they say, I'm fond of listening rather than speaking, it makes them feel better. For most times i may be silent, but as a keen friend would judge me guilty in secrets, i likely have got affections and sympathies ready to breach out anytime with gentleness and compassion.
Several companions would defy me with patience and being considerate, unknowingly that i actually learn by the virtue. Some would also say that i would rather keep injuries than prevent others from experiencing happiness and joy. Elders by chance can also acknowledge the kind of respect i show them. Anyhow, according to some, they admire my acquired piece of discipline and the ability to think rationally from very fragile moments. Often I'm told I've got some intellect, have a clear and logical mind, but not a subtle nor a powerful one. For long i wished it were better that true, i used to get exasperated it would not do for me nearly as much as i wished. I was like a mathematician who could do no more than add or subtract and though he wanted to tackle all manner of complicated operations knew he simply had not the capacity. And again, as may their assertions be like, other than being a writer, a little with voice, coupled with dancing stuff, they as well say i can make a good athlete.
A special friend both acknowledges and questions my own selfless way of affection - as she had to call it. Seldom would she ask me why i would most love people who cared little or nothing for me... not to be loved but to share the experience of the bliss of requited love. I know that it is the best thing that life can offer and it is a thing that almost all, though perhaps only for a short time have enjoyed.
For the most part of these, such may have been just assertions from my public self, as what I've stated, partly by nature, partly be the circumstances of my life. It's barely even me. Who am i as a person? I think I'd prefer to leave it up to the worldly eye to judge, however, there is but one certain established conviction that i hold true for myself... I am just a simple person, with not much of a simple personality.