Here is a poem I wrote about 1990 I was 20 yrs. I know that much of this seems figurative.

If I say I am deep in thought,
Does it mean, I am thinking good thoughts?
No! Only that my thoughts engross my perception,
to the point where they are my reality, my environment.
To me, it is like my backyard
Where I am able to walk amongst the landscape of thoughts,
Once I pass into this different reality
I discover a part of myself that exists there.
I am able to converse, I can get new ideas from part of myself,
For that part of me is always in the realm of deep thought.
Yet, that part is not separate from me,
but it is me going to work while my conscience self deal with
this conscience world, which we call life.

I still believe that given the proper time for reflection and dialogue I will come to an absolute truth on virtual anything (philosophically, not something like physics). Mind you an absolute truth might be something like "love your neighbor as yourself" not traditionally a black and white truth, but a clear dictum for ethical behavior.

It is kind of difficult to put my finger on it, but I do believe that I have some kind of special gift that most people don't have. Though we are all thinking individuals, we all do not obtain a relative objectivity.

I don't really experience much social anxiety, but that might be because I have no real dynamic social experiences. But I think the anxiety has turned into narcissism.

I think this is a part of the struggle of the incongruent selves.
1) Social Self - connected; affirmed
2) Reflective/Introspective Self - meaning; purpose
3) Willful Self - wanting; goal setting
4) Rational Self - right; wrong; judgment; justice

Any way I'm curious to hear what you think.