Indulge me, what are your most notable or dramatic experiences you've had in your life that altered you personality? How would describe your personality before the experience and after it? I'll start the thread of and regale to you, some of my own. Be warned, thar be multiple paragraphs ahead for all you Tl;dr folks out there. First I recall was High School, just graduated from one of the worst private schools I've ever been to in my life. I had close to no friends, had to endure being bullied pretty often. My philosophy to cope with that was to aggressively posture myself as a hyper confident 'bad kid'. To swagger about as the sort of kid that hung out with the wrong crowd and liked to take long, lingering drags on a few cigs after school. I hated school and the idea of learning to be quite frank, and I was miserable there almost every day. To my young undeveloped mind, learning was synonymous with that school, hence, by extension, I hated my education. The teachers were awful and unqualified to teach, and the kids there were about as horrible as you'd expect kids to be. Miraculously, the aforementioned High School completely changed my view on education. While the kids were still as unpleasant as ever, conversely, my teacher was very inspiring to me and helped motivate me to better myself. Contrasting to the impatient and irritable teachers I had in grade school, he was remarkably patient and encouraging. Which in turn, encouraged me to better myself and to enjoy my education. Suddenly, the associations I had built with learning being linked with angry, temperamental old hags who loathed their job withered. I'll never forget that teacher. The second one is somewhat less impactful but I digress. I used to be a SJW and all around pretty humorless person. I feel this was due in part to wanting to please people I considered friends at the time, and that's always the wrong reason to do things, but that wasn't the entire reason I was like that. Another significant contributer towards that attitude was an unwarranted feeling of entitlement. I suppose I wanted to push social justice because I was frustrated gays had less media presence or some thinly veiled entitlement similar to that. I think after these so called pals of mine threw me under the bus, was when I shifted my alignment towards a hard anti-PC perspective. My growing weariness and cynicism towards people was a large part of that as well and what happened only exacerbated those feelings really. I really didn't have too many friends at all after that point, so my anti-pc perspective helped to diminish a lot of the emotional damage done, by allowing me to be more carefree with certain things, like whether or not my occasional racey since of humor would go over well. Being thrown under the bus was an important catalyst in my life, but I saw myself starting to immerse myself too deeply in Anti-PC, to the point were I started to become emotionally remote from people and began using Anti-PC as an excuse to offend people and laugh at their expense. I stopped that pretty quick though, and I eventually settled on finding a balance between the two, still cynical at times, but not without appropriate consideration and empathy for another's perspective. A moderate if you will, and as of now, it's my mantra in life, finding a reasonable balance rather than gravitate towards extremes.