Diagnosis: Paranoid Schizophrenic.
My reality is shattered. I am, sort of, held hostage by an imposing imagination. The world is a dangerous place and I keep a body guard of dreams. My existence is a vicarious one. I had my body drained of blood and refilled with ink. Now, I turn to books for nutrition. A delusional artist of sorts. My life is one giant lucid dream.
Diagnosis: Narcissistic.
Multiple near death experiences have served as a barracks. I wake up at 6 a.m. to jog, then swim, after that hit the weight room, at dawn I ride bike to the park to sprint hills, yoga on Wednesdays, competitive sports on Weekends, and meditation in between, all in preparation. “Pain is weakness leaving the body.†Military strategy proliferates through my mind. “… Same thing we do every night Pinky, try to take over the world.†My life objective – to be immortalized in the history books. Jesus Christ, the second coming. I hate to love me.
Diagnosis: Anti-Social Disorder.
When I say I don't give a fuck... its an understatement. I gave up on social acceptence the first time I was denied a tit for breast feeding. I am introverted, not bashful. Do not confuse my silence for self-consciousness, quite the contrary; I just think that I am better than you. Normality bores me. Most conversations are cliché, and people predictable. Clubs are tolerable, about twice a month, definitely no more. I am merely a victim of malapropos placement in our sub-celestial timeline. I also happen to think that music is life’s most over-rated experience.
Diagnosis: Multiple Personality Disorder.
After months of sleep walking, I telekinetically renovate my character. My fashion is fickle, taste buds adaptable. I guess it is more evolution than recreation. The conflicting hemispheres of my brain make me a constant contradiction. A war of inner turmoil rages on inside of me. My personality is compeletly at its mercy.
Diagnosis: Attention Deficit Disorder.
I am attracted to what I consider to be a pretty face and a desirable body. I do not have a ‘type’. Woman in all shapes, sizes, colors and style appeal to me, keeping me interested, however, is the hard part.
In laymen terms: I am crazy!
Oh,
Your still here…
Then allow me to continue.
At one point in my life, I was head over heels in love with psychology. I even got a job at a mental hospital. Now, I am sad to say that I have filed for divorce. Analyzing people is a cognitive poison that consumes you, and sleep is its only antidote. It is a prison of consciousness, so escape while you still can. Plus, every single organism is influenced by its surroundings. Psychology will always take a back seat to Sociology.
I am one of those optimistic, naïve kids that still believe in the good of people. We might still have a chance. In my opinion, the environment should be the biggest concern of politicians. The economy, diplomatic relations, starving kids, AIDS, human equality, national security, etc. will not matter if we don’t take care of the planet that houses us. I love animals and nature, maybe even more than humans. I have a low tolerance for the superficial and plastic people.
Hialeah!! "Hialeah ranks #1 in the list of cities in the United States where Spanish is most spoken. About 92% of its population speaks Spanish as a first language." {source: wikipedia}... Nature V.S. nurture - I highly doubt that I would be considered the stereotypical Hialean, but I can not deny it's influence in my life. It is more than just a city. You can find it seasoning my accent, affecting my style of dress, and how I handle confrontational situations - don't make me remind mutherfuckas I'm from Hialeah.
Family is the architecture of my life. I have to admit that they are all better than me. But, I will never be jealous, more like, admiring. They are my Emancipation Proclamation, in the sense that, they give me free reign to completely by myself because I know that there is a set of individuals that will always love me, free of judgement.
In reality, it is not about me, its about us, because we are all interconnected. We are a web of shared energy. So, everyday I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and take another step towards self-actualization.
You Are 59% Feminine, 41% Masculine
You are in touch with both your feminine and masculine sides.
You're sensitive at the right times, but you don't let your emotions overwhelm you.
You're not a eunuch, just the best of both genders.
Are You Masculine or Feminine?
Your Birthdate: November 19
You are resilient, and no doubt your resilience has already been tested.
You've had some difficult experiences in your life, but you are wise from them.
Having had to grow up quickly, you tend to discount the advice of others.
You tend to be a loner, having learned that the only person you can depend on is yourself.
Your strength: Well developed stability and confidence
Your weakness: Suspicion of others
Your power color: Eggplant
Your power symbol: Spade
Your power month: October
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?
Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence
You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.
You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.
What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?
– Paulino M. Dontecelli
