I am an unapologetic hedonist with just enough narcissism to paint a giant mural of my own face in my living room, yet somehow still not too good to clean houses myself, every weekday, for six months, for my startup.

I have a relentless curiosity and often find inspiration in obscurity, like the fact that we invented four-wheeled luggage after we had already stepped on the moon. Frustration usually follows, though, because we fail to evolve the status quo alongside the invention, like keeping the vertical design even though it now creates significant instability.

I am equally baffled by things that make no sense at all. Like pedal trash cans next to toilets, placed as if your foot could reach the lever just after wiping your ass. Or pull door handles on push to open doors are just a couple of examples in my list of crimes against humanity.