Proud in a bad sense? Hauteur? Yes, I am. When I was little, I was always in for a risk or something downright stupid thing, but afterwards I'd cry about the discomfort or hurt. Later then things changed and I was punished and I learned not to alert anyone to anything that caused me discomfort or pain. I also experienced times in PE when I should have told but just didn't. I ran into a wall at top speed (the top speed of a 10-year-old that is) and over-expanded both my wrists in the attempt to stop myself from crashing into the wall face first. I didn't say a word and continued, although I was still talking at that time and could have told the teacher despite them hating me. I messed my right wrist up for the rest of my life, so this decision wasn't made in one of my brightest moments.
Nowadays, although I'm not afraid to complain - I complain a lot actually, my friends complain about me complaining - but I think I'm so cool, I can do everything. That is leading to some very nonsensical decisions on my part I admit. Because I can control even the pain I feel and shut it out, I do that of course; just because I can do it. I matured into a real show-off...
Last year, I wrote my biology exam with a concussion and although I passed with average grades, I felt so brilliant about being able to write a complicated exam in a horrible physical shape.
It is easy to tell myself I'm not going to push myself over limits when at the same time, I still love to jump into action, adventure and thrill and now can endure so much more and thus have the opportunity to try so much more and succeed in controlling and being cool.
Show-off I am.