You may be a Sri Lankan when

you've seen this topic written on about three times already and still have to put your two cents into it,

you travel in the bus and suspect the bugger who is standing in front of you (holding his lunch pack at waist height) of rubbing his fist on your crotch on purpose.

you're mostly right about the above suspicion

you eat rice for breakfast, lunch and dinner

you think the opening line to ask a girl out is 'I love you'

you get insanely and inexplicably jealous of someone else doing well, and start secretly wishing for his downfall without planning for your improvement.

you are pulled up at customs upon arrival because you are carrying various items of food into a developed country.

you've got a good thing going but dont know when to stop and constantly engage in extreme overkill.

yeah.