Aylen this only deepens my love for you. Thanks, socio-aunt!
As for the traits list and comparisons, I have looked through it and I'm pretty all-over-the-place, honestly, YET still leaning EII.
I promised snippets, and here they are. If you can draw anything out of these, you're a literary genius (because I am obviously not).
"Life is a huge game of chance, from birth to death. If someone were to ask people if they would like to be born and buy a ticket to The Lottery of Life, then it would have no takers, and the world wouldn’t be populated. No one is willing to take part inan unfair competition, after all. Birth is the grand assembly line where we aredesigned. Some of us emerge as mannequins and some as ‘monsters’. You have nochoice or say in what you will turn out to be, that is the job of the machinesand workers in the factory. You helplessly witness your own creation, and youdon’t question it either, as you are supposed to be grateful for having beenproduced. But no kids want to play withone-eyed dolls or malfunctioning RC cars. However, the policy of the factoryis: Everything must be distributed out there, no exceptions. You are wrapped ina pretty packaging under the label of ‘The Miracle of Creation’ and you’re sentout into the world. The truth is that there are no ‘monsters’ coming out of thebox and the factory, but there are Beautiful Things and Not-As-BeautifulThings, and the boundaries are set by the Beautiful Things. It’s not a matterof wanting to not be broken, but a matter of wanting to be better than youreally are and pushing back the limitations that you were given at birth. It’snot the doll wishing that it didn’t have an eye missing, but the doll wishingthat it had an eye, just like that one. Peoplenot only want to not be ugly, but they want to be beautiful. And if we see thegood in others, then why don’t we see it in ourselves? It is a chain of consequence, a chain ofself-loathing and admiration."
"I do have these 'dreams' that one day humanity will stop staying passive while watching The Five o' clock news and instead of spilling righteousness on facebook pages, they would start this glorious revolution at a global scale. But frankly, I'm not sure as to how effective that would be. Revolutions rarely change anything majorly, and judging by the state our World is in right now, it needs one Hell of a change. Look at the French Revolution, for instance. It hasn't done much, if you draw a line. More so as I think that the whole purpose of existence is conflict. There will always be major conflicts and minor conflicts. A society which lies dormant and obedient in the face of the total reign of either 'evil' or 'good' is a sick society. There will always be a conflict which will make up most of your existence. In this sense, our lives and worlds are weaved together in this huge novel-like structure. We are characters in the pages written by a sadistic author. With intertwining narratives. "
"Here is something that everyone might or might know yet: We all die. Time waits for nothing and noone; it will claim you, it will claim the old lady in the bus station on Butcher's, the neighbour's dog and everything else. The sooner you embrace finality, the better. The gist is to make the most out of your time here, between the bills you have to pay, the people who'll oppose you and all the imperfections of this world. So why is it then that we don't do just that? This is but a reminder. A reminder for you to take a break from reading this, to go and tell your family and significant other, your family and your friends how much you love them. A reminder for you to go for a walk in the drizzle, stomp into puddles and make a splash, go for a walk and enjoy a bite from your favourite dessert. A reminder to shower your loved ones with kind words and bless them with your pressence, to compliment strangers in the street. A reminder to experience all that this world has to offer, because you won't get a second chance once forces beyond your control drop a chandelier on you.
As such, every story has a beginning. And ours begins with the end, or rather, what our protagonist would've thought to be the end. Make no mistake though, this is not a story about death, but a story involving death. This is not a love story either, but a story concerning love of all kinds. It's not a Boy Meets Girl story, and not a detective one either. No, It's a story about justice and loss. One of boundaries and bonds, visible and invisible or tangible and intangible. " (Taken from the intro of one of my stories)