Lately I’ve been immersed down question marks, my daily doses of mental riddles have grown too fast and too big, good thing they keep my mind busy.. You see, my brain is like a running engine that smash itself if its not working on what it was made for….
I was never one to accept essentialist views of femininity, I tend to think that the only way a person can survive in this world is to be assertive, selfish and cold-hearted, It helps no one to be filled with emotions that make us as sensitive as a balloon (talking from experience). On the other hand i am always bringing up the lady-like (touchy) side to my life, it’s the natural thing to happen.. Is not it?
Because of my full-time daydreaming job I tend to be innovating myself all the time and I finally got to the point where I wish I could be the combination of Evil and Good and just stay like that forever instead of being one at a time and then changing and changing and changing.. Horrid thing to say, It affects my humor.
Psychoanalysis.
Let’s start with Adler: She was born in 1858 in new jersey, she has been in just one of Sir Arthur Connan Doyle’s stories that is Scandal in Bohemia. Holme’s muse and ”frenemy”’. A woman in control, the only person capable of defeat inventiveness. Amazingly intuitive.
The things I just mentioned about her are the ones I relate to, I think too much and share too little and sometimes I just act someway either to shelter myself or just because I have gotten use to not show myself as I am at all, or maybe I do show some parts… anyway when I write I am being truly me and the writing comes up naturally.
I am unpleasantly devious lately, and oh how very observant and deductive I’ve become, too much for my own good.
BLAME IT ON SIR ARTHUR!
It’s amazing how little by little you end up finding yourself in some characters in books, movies, songs, artists, daily conversations with ordinary people and it takes your mind away from what, our pretty messed up society wants us to think that its reality..A-BIG..BLUR. There’s too much of the same around here.
I have many many flaws but i happen to like them all… WHY? because that’s what makes me.. I mean, to read and interact with special people -even when they are fictional- it’s what makes you different and you can finally embrace all those flaws and qualities you have… Like for example, being arrogant and prideful are somethings the Detective Sherlock and I have in common, or my intolerance for some extreme cases of narcissism. Of course I will not usually show it to anybody because it is a very reprehensible behavior and everyone will hate you. I’m not saying you need to act like a jerk to people but it’s ok if that’s who you are, that’s what i mean by being selfish.. at the end of the day we should not matter what other people think about us.. IF I WANT TO BE A ECCENTRIC PERSON WHO TALKS TO HERSELF.. BE IT! Remember:
Alice: Have I gone mad?
Dad: I’m afraid so, but I’ll tell you something... Only the best people are.
Weird example: Sometimes when I’m home alone I just go to the yard and follow my counterparts into the darkened streets of London… To have a vivid imagination is one perfect talent.
I started this article with the finality of attributing the one and only Irene Adler but it turned out to be another proof of why I should live in neverland or somewhere near… Next one will be for her!
Because of my full-time daydreaming job I tend to be innovating myself all the time and I finally got to the point where I wish I could be the combination of Evil and Good and just stay like that forever instead of being one at a time and then changing and changing and changing.. Horrid thing to say, It affects my humor.
Psychoanalysis.
Let’s start with Adler: She was born in 1858 in new jersey, she has been in just one of Sir Arthur Connan Doyle’s stories that is Scandal in Bohemia. Holme’s muse and ”frenemy”’. A woman in control, the only person capable of defeat inventiveness. Amazingly intuitive.
The things I just mentioned about her are the ones I relate to, I think too much and share too little and sometimes I just act someway either to shelter myself or just because I have gotten use to not show myself as I am at all, or maybe I do show some parts… anyway when I write I am being truly me and the writing comes up naturally.
I am unpleasantly devious lately, and oh how very observant and deductive I’ve become, too much for my own good.
BLAME IT ON SIR ARTHUR!
It’s amazing how little by little you end up finding yourself in some characters in books, movies, songs, artists, daily conversations with ordinary people and it takes your mind away from what, our pretty messed up society wants us to think that its reality..A-BIG..BLUR. There’s too much of the same around here.
I have many many flaws but i happen to like them all… WHY? because that’s what makes me.. I mean, to read and interact with special people -even when they are fictional- it’s what makes you different and you can finally embrace all those flaws and qualities you have… Like for example, being arrogant and prideful are somethings the Detective Sherlock and I have in common, or my intolerance for some extreme cases of narcissism. Of course I will not usually show it to anybody because it is a very reprehensible behavior and everyone will hate you. I’m not saying you need to act like a jerk to people but it’s ok if that’s who you are, that’s what i mean by being selfish.. at the end of the day we should not matter what other people think about us.. IF I WANT TO BE A ECCENTRIC PERSON WHO TALKS TO HERSELF.. BE IT! Remember:
Alice: Have I gone mad?
Dad: I’m afraid so, but I’ll tell you something... Only the best people are.
Weird example: Sometimes when I’m home alone I just go to the yard and follow my counterparts into the darkened streets of London… To have a vivid imagination is one perfect talent.
I started this article with the finality of attributing the one and only Irene Adler but it turned out to be another proof of why I should live in neverland or somewhere near… Next one will be for her!