Contradictions

Are you complexly simple, or simply complex? 

A rather easy yet difficult question.  

I find myself full of contradictions.  They fill me to the rim.  They continue to confuse, interest, and bore people.  I am warmly cold;  Detached and caring; Honestly false; brilliant and hopelessly stupid.  I find myself wading through the things I thought I wanted and still wanting them.  Yet also being independent of them.  

What makes us the people that we have grown to be?  Does the angle the world sees us from effect the way we are?