Wednesday, February 23, 2011

To love Oneself is to piss everyone else off

What is Narcissism?
A pattern of traits and behaviors which signify infatuation and obsession with one's self to the exclusion of all others and the egotistic and ruthless pursuit of one's gratification, dominance and ambition.

Narcissism is a mental disorder. The word Narcissist is often used lightly in discribing someone who has obessively self-loving behaviours. Though obsessively loving yourself is a charater trait of Narcissism, one should not label another being with this disorder without much research and possibly a mental health consult. For the purpose of this blog, and the Anthropological rule I like to write by, I will not name the names any real humans around me. I am simply exporing on paper the characteristic of the disorder and expanding on a popualr fictional character who is indeed, Narcissistic.

Most narcissists (75%) are men.
The above fact is suprising to me. One would think that woman would be more likely to suffer from said disoreder due to the conditions we live in. To explain, woman are in this day age, exposed to many things in life that men are not. Saddly, for a woman to make it to the top she must become, well, a bitch. Confident, cocky, strong, and completely sure that weather it be looks or brains, that she will make it to her over all goal in life. The fashion trends of today, with the size 0 or smaller requirements, the hair, the make up, the skin, the shoes, the clothes, all of it is enough to make one very obsessed with themselves. But contrary to the asumption that Narcissism is purely self inflicted, this next fact proves that mostly wrong.

The onset of narcissism is in infancy, childhood and early adolescence. It is commonly attributed to childhood abuse and trauma inflicted by parents, authority figures, or even peers.
The begining of Narcissism in childhood eliminates the thought of Woman stress causing someone to act this way, but the aspect of chilhood abuse can still relate to thought above. Abuse, though can be physical, can also be verbal and psychological. These physical requirements and stress about apperance affects children as well.

A fictional character whom suffers from a text book case of Narcissism is Tony Stark (Iron Man):
obsessed with fantasies of unlimited success, fame, fearsome power or omnipotence, unequalled brilliance (the cerebral narcissist), bodily beauty or sexual performance (the somatic narcissist), or ideal, everlasting, all-conquering love or passion

The first time I watch the movie "Iron Man" I was appuald. I was enraged and wondered what mind would create such a self-obsessed, cocky, rude, almost irrational man such a the character of Tony Stark. The difinition above is from a Mental Health Dictionary of the is disorder and it is an exact explination of Tony's personality. Now, I am now in love with the "Iron Man" movies and this is mainly because I love Robert Downey Jr.. But, I am now very interested in the psychology of the character of Tony Stark.

Being a fictional charater, Tony has no real past, childhood, or to be honest, brain to examine. But from what we are given in the movie, I have examined and come up with a good reason for his behaviour. Tony is a strong business man, who has worked his whole life to get were he is. I believe his accomplishments have made his condition worse. When we suceed at things, we are praised. For a person who has spend most of their lives trying to get good attention, this praise becomes like a drug. They search for it and will do anything to get it. In "Iron Man 2" we see how Tony felt unloved by his father and thus spent all his time trying to live up to his fathers expectations. This in my opinion is a main issue in his life.

With Tony and his high profile family, when he did get praise, he would also get attention. Lots of it. Tony truely has an amazing mind for technology and thus when he suceeded, it was for something amazing, which would highten. All this leaving Tony a very cocky character from the start. I believe that all of Tony's Narcissitic thoughts about himself stemed solely from his fame. Had he not been born into a famous family, his condition would not have been as bad or not exsistant in the first place.

In my life I have come across people like this with the charcteristics above and also characteristics of feeling supirior to others, feelings of knowing more than another peole around them, and ultimately feeling that they have a high level of evrything from education to upbringing. Though Narcissism is a sad disorder and should be treated with therapy and other things, I cannot lie that when in close quaters with the disorder it is simply annoying and at times inraging.

****All things that are bold have come from HealthyPlace.com, I own none of that information and credit their wording completely****

Edward as a Child, painted by Hans Holbein c.1538 reviewed by Honor Z.

This image is from the online lesson. It is titled "Edward VI as a child" painted by Hans Holbein, c. 1538. It is oil on a wood panel. This painting beautifully displays the young prince in vibrant red and gold clothes. Such colorful detail is an aspect of Northern renaissance painting. Another popular aspect is the attention to detail. Upon looking at the delicate features, you will notice the flatness about them. This is typical of both Holbein and Northern Renaissance portraiture. I find there to be a scary quality to how realistic Holbein painted Edward. How is small child hands look soft ad fleshy, as if one could simply shake hands with the boy. Another aspect I appreciate is the likeness displayed between Edward and his Father, Henry Tudor VIII. If you compared the two portraits you would find the shape of the their head to be almost identical, also the chubbiness of there cheecks and the smoothness of their noble faces. The last quality that fascinates me is the painted fabric. A quality I believe to have been lost over the years, the realistic fabric, with folds and textures adds amazing real life quality to all Renaissance paintings.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Is my happiness my sin?

I am far from perfect.
My looks are those that hold me accountable
My eyes that linger,
That and insnare the heart.
Such fire burns beneath them...
When your name is mentioned.
I have been tutored in the ways of the world.
My quick wit and educated responses,
Bring passion to your words.
Our conversations only draw you near...

But all these things...
Are they my fault?
When my father asked me to hold our family up,
To raise us to his eyes,
the whole family and I failed...
Is that truely my sin?

When you were mine and I held you in passion
when we made together that...
that is private.
When I failed you,
Gave you no son,
Only a Great Daughter and a small fetus....
Was it me who caused those things?

As I watched my brother's head roll
for a crime that a lie,
a crime only I should have taken punishment for...
How was I to act?
Did I cry to much?
Did I weep to hard?
Did I come to believe that these lies
were true?

I am innocent to a witch.
I am inocent to a whore.
I am not inocent of trying to be happy,
for myself, for once...
With one whom I love.
I failed but I am not worthy of the lies.

Is happiness my sin?

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Oh what Beautiful things....why do I wish I was...Oh but the beautiful things

 Tis the early morning


Upon a day were lover are to be kind


Were this Love creature lurks in open air


Love has no same when it comes to this day


It is better off in the shadows


For when it arrives in the air


The life of a Maiden like me is sacraficed.





I am but 16 and already my enslavement is settled


But oh what beautiful thing I have


what dresses and diamonds


and sharp object in which I might.....





I once believed in love


I once danced on sucha day as this


Silly fanatsy of Men who are kind


and a life where I am respected.


Where babies were a result of passion





But I know truth now


The dancing leads to a trap


The Men are cruel and forceful


I am made spectical as Men find Mistresses in open air


and babies are result of Breeding


Like a work dog, I am to give for litters of sons





I sit, on this and Early morning,


Looking down at the Love open


floating in air, 'round young girls heads


I notice a box, from my husband


who is spending they Day with gift Love gave him


a Mistress


I am given a box with silver and Garnet to hush my crys





For on this Valantines day, I am fading away but look at the beautiful gifts

Friday, February 11, 2011

As the veil is lifted, the world is finally colorful again...

There are these moments in movies where something good happens and the world opens up. Think to the movie "The Eye", when the doctor takes off Jessica Alba's eye bandages and for the first time in years she see the world. Or in "2012", when they open the windows of the ships to see the bright sky and the promise for the future, which they thought they would never see.

I had one of these experiences today.

For months, the promise of an amazing song that would change our world was rumored. The signs of it coming were all around but it felt like it was a bad dream. The kind of bad dream where it is only bad because you know how improbable it is. I felt like I was on one of those closed up boats in "2012". Packed in for weeks and months with strangers and little hope for anything else. As most would in situations of hopelessness, I felt lost. I felt other feelings too: sadness, angry, agitation,self loathing, and anxiety. I searched for others to guide me, help me. But none came.

As my days became harder and harder, I felt that I was drowning in my life. I felt myself disappearing into the backround, I started caring less and less about my looks or health. I didn't feel worthy to live on this planet. I felt like I needed to fit in but I couldn't. Because I don't fit in to this world. I was spiraling completely downward.

As promised this song was coming faster and faster through these days, and it was just in time. As my S.O.S. flashed brighter and brighter, my mood slipped farther and farther. I decided not to stay up for the arrival of help, and laid in bed contimplating the end of me and everything else. Soon, my mind fell into sleep.

4:05am EST: My bedroom Febuary 11, 2011
I wake suddenly as if someone has shaken me. Disoriented, I look at the clock on my radio to see the time: Five minutes past when the song was to premire. I rush for my headphones and turn on iHeart Radio to the station, praying I had not missed it. I heard a heart beating and the faint sound of the songs past...my heart began to beat insync with that of the radio. There I sat for about five more minutes, clips of every song and this heart, clutching my pillow as if the song would come as a blow to the face. Then a whisper:

"Little Monsters...Are you still listening?" A strange man asked through my headphones.

I said yes through my teeth so not wake my mother downstairs. It began, I knew not at the time that what had started was my life...

"I'm beautiful in my own way, Because God makes no mistakes, I'm on the right track, Because baby I was Born this Way."

The song played through twice and the whole time I cried. I cried for this was more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. I did not sleep after that, I sang to myself and waited for it to play again. Bathing in the raising sun and my new feeling of happiness. From here I feel like I shall conquer mountains. I feel the confidence flow through my viels faster than my own blood. I want to be happy. Lady Gaga, the prophet, woke me this morning and took me to church....Amen Hooker.

"Don't be drag, just be a queen
Whether you're broke or evergreen
You're black, white, beige, chola descent
You're lebanese, you're orient
Whether life's disabilities
Left you outcast, bullied or teased
Rejoice and love yourself today
'Cause baby, you were Born This Way"

Thursday, February 3, 2011

She who is, is now Who was...

She is...
She is the darkness of the day,
She is the light of the night,
She is the one,
The one who creeps in the corners,
The one who whispers in the dead of Night.
Her body is the hour glass
That slowly drains her life away.
Her heart is as empty,
Like her tenth Goblet of wine.
She has not eyes,
But Diamonds blacker than coal.
Her lips stained,
Almost with blood.
The way crimson rides Her cupid's bow,
The way her skin,
Almost matching the Ivory of her pearls.
She is the social life of the city,
she has they company of many,
she has the wealth of a Queen,
Yet
She hates it all.
Beneath the layers of silk and satin,
Lies the scars of her loathing.
She smiles large in outward light,
The apparence of a sweet fruit.
Inside, though, she is bitter,
Like a radish.
With social wealth comes parties and friends.
She sees only the noise and the drinks.
She is everything,
She has everything,
Yet she has nothing.

She...
She lays now...
Tonight, away from a usual party,
She lays in cold water,
In cold, hollow porcilen,
Bare and exposed.
For the first time...
Her wine is spilled on tile,
with sprinkles of glass,
making the scene carry a beautiful side.
She does not move,
She does not try to clean her mistake.
For tonight she did clean her life of her mistakes...
With one final mistake,
She is now at peace.
No worry of who will morn,
No worry of what she will miss.
Tonight was her night.
Tonight she attends the party of something more...

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Facebook list sharing

So Facebook did this thing where you wrote 30 things people didn't know about you and post it and I figure I could share it here:

1. I love World History more than words could discribe
2.I love Jerseylicious, and I don't care what you think :)
3. I wish I was British
4. I am dead set on living New York City, no matter what it takes.
5.I love House md
6.I was born premature size even though I was on time
7.I LOVE THE TUDORS both show and history
8.I want to be a professional make up artist
9.I love Lady Gaga, and want her Bad romance
10.My black Tripp heels are like my sneakers
11.I like men not boys
12.I like girls who like things that I like.
13.I suport LGBT rights...and look down
14.I love God
15.I want to be an actress
16.I love to Role Play
17.I am a Ballet Dancer
18.I am a size 17/18 and thats okay
19.I write a blog that I wish more people would read :(
20.I love a man who will never love me back
21.I have Bipolar
22.I have been to a Mental Hospital for Depression and such
23.I want to start a school in India
24.I want to finish my scrip for Skins Uk
25.I want to be Lady Gaga's bestie
26.I really want to chill every night at St.Jeromes, world famous rock n roll bar lol
27. I want to do make up for Drag Queens
28.I want to win an Oscar before I die
29.I never want to get a divorce EVER
30.I want to be in a reality show of mine own with someone who is awesome but I cant tell you ;)

Love Mistress A