According to some, at some times I can appear quite bloodless and dispassionate – uninvolved, even apathetic. So I would point to these lines from Yeats’ The Second Coming:
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
I certainly lack the “passionate intensity” that Yeats attributed to “the worst”. I do have convictions, and strong ones, but I also have doubts, so I’m not much of a cheerleader or blind follower, either. I’m no Myrmidon. But those aren’t defects; the defect: I’m not the best, but I tend toward a belief sometimes that I’m the best one in the room, and that comes across, often and strongly, as arrogance. I’m working on that.