My friends always call me "silly", in an affectionate way, of course.
Sometimes, they call me gullible, thinking that I seem to believe in anything and everything they say.
Frankly, i can't do anything about the "silly" bit of the equation. I can't help it! I don't know what my mum ate when she was carrying me, but whatever she ate really left its legacy on me.
Gullibility, in my defence, is about my faith in possibilities in this world of boundless possibilites.
But seriously, I don't care what you think about me. I really don't.
Now will you add being "conceited" to the list that describes me?