People that have reached self-actualization are characterized by certain behaviors. Common traits amongst people that have reached self-actualization are as follows: [5]
They embrace reality and facts rather than denying truth.
They are spontaneous.
They are interested in solving problems.
They are accepting of themselves and also others and lack prejudice.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Biography
Born in Charleroi, Belgium at Notre Dame Hospital to Beatrice and Edward on November 25th. Spent the first year of life in Belgium and then moved to Tokyo, Japan for an additional year. After that contract was up we relocated to Barcelona, Spain. My father is an English teacher hence why we moved so much. He is originally from Queens and has lived parts of his life in Long Island as well. When I was about four years old we returned back to New York and I attended a school especially just to learn English as a language of reference since I had picked up several languages being exposed to different cultures. When we returned to New York my sister Greta was born in Stony brook, Long Island. She was born with Down Syndrome and later developed Autism, Hyperactivity and Diabetes.
Shortly after that my mother relocated the family to Orlando, Florida where my parents divorced at age 6. At age thirteen I moved to Los Angeles for 7th grade with my dad in West Hollywood.Six months later I returned to Florida and lived there until I graduated high school. I graduated high school with Honors. The summer before my senior year of high school, I went to Europe. I saw where I was born and stayed with my mother's family in Fleureus. Real World Seattle played a lot and that's when I decided I loved the Boston accent and I applied to college only there and got in. Other visits included London, England, Venice, Italy and Paris, France. I decided to go to school for Criminal Justice because of my love for Science and Art. I wanted to focus more on Forensics.
Then school was over for me and I relocated back to Los Angeles.After three months I decided to move back to Boston and go on a road trip with a friend I had made before I left.We drove through New England and ended up living in Toronto for a few months before deciding to leave and move to Chicago. Stayed in Chicago for about a year and then for the fall season relocated to Pittsburgh for a Costume Stylist job. In the month of November 2007 I took a plane to three different states, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and Florida. After spending my birthday in Boston I left three days later and moved back to Orlando. Stayed in Orlando until the summer began and moved back to Chicago. I was hired as a Costume Stylist again and did well until a lay off had me relocate once more. As of late October 2008 I'm located in the NYC area. I've been working on modeling, acting and theatre gigs. First stable job I had was a personal assistant to a stock trader, then after that worked in retail for a bit before getting the job I always wanted. Currently my educational goals are in Art/Archival/Museum Studies.
Shortly after that my mother relocated the family to Orlando, Florida where my parents divorced at age 6. At age thirteen I moved to Los Angeles for 7th grade with my dad in West Hollywood.Six months later I returned to Florida and lived there until I graduated high school. I graduated high school with Honors. The summer before my senior year of high school, I went to Europe. I saw where I was born and stayed with my mother's family in Fleureus. Real World Seattle played a lot and that's when I decided I loved the Boston accent and I applied to college only there and got in. Other visits included London, England, Venice, Italy and Paris, France. I decided to go to school for Criminal Justice because of my love for Science and Art. I wanted to focus more on Forensics.
Then school was over for me and I relocated back to Los Angeles.After three months I decided to move back to Boston and go on a road trip with a friend I had made before I left.We drove through New England and ended up living in Toronto for a few months before deciding to leave and move to Chicago. Stayed in Chicago for about a year and then for the fall season relocated to Pittsburgh for a Costume Stylist job. In the month of November 2007 I took a plane to three different states, Pennsylvania, Massachusetts and Florida. After spending my birthday in Boston I left three days later and moved back to Orlando. Stayed in Orlando until the summer began and moved back to Chicago. I was hired as a Costume Stylist again and did well until a lay off had me relocate once more. As of late October 2008 I'm located in the NYC area. I've been working on modeling, acting and theatre gigs. First stable job I had was a personal assistant to a stock trader, then after that worked in retail for a bit before getting the job I always wanted. Currently my educational goals are in Art/Archival/Museum Studies.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Libido (Genetically Linked)
Libido & Genetics
I've been thinking about this lately, maybe its because my parents were so open about sex with me but maybe its genetic and this some how relates to intimacy in some way, its ironic as open as they were about discussing sex with me one of them in particular was very closed off emotionally to me.
It's crazy how sometimes strangers are nicer to you than your own flesh and blood. Sometimes I think it's better to treat people as strangers rather than friends or family. We have too much emotion invested in our lineage and about procreating.
Thoughts? Comments? Share
I've been thinking about this lately, maybe its because my parents were so open about sex with me but maybe its genetic and this some how relates to intimacy in some way, its ironic as open as they were about discussing sex with me one of them in particular was very closed off emotionally to me.
It's crazy how sometimes strangers are nicer to you than your own flesh and blood. Sometimes I think it's better to treat people as strangers rather than friends or family. We have too much emotion invested in our lineage and about procreating.
Thoughts? Comments? Share
Friday, March 20, 2009
Writing Assignment
My friend and I decided to pick random words and then use it somehow in a narrative, letter etc. here is what I came up with.
Dearest Isabelle,
Within the shadows I have awaited for you fair maiden and your deviant smile that satisfies my cravings of effectual affection.
A cyclone of reveries, you swept me up into social artifice; a quaver of hearten in my quest to upend my duties to France.
You shook the very foundation of all that is my ephemeral existence.
Tonight you promised to disclose intimately the myriad of details about your estranged frere.
do not feel you are fueling my illusions of grandeur. You are quite dear to me. if you once more recite your spiel of solitary confinement, I shall be forced to defenestrate myself without hesitance.
Am I self-deprecating enough for you love? Here I lie in lachrymose lingering eternally for you my enchantress.
Dearest Isabelle,
Within the shadows I have awaited for you fair maiden and your deviant smile that satisfies my cravings of effectual affection.
A cyclone of reveries, you swept me up into social artifice; a quaver of hearten in my quest to upend my duties to France.
You shook the very foundation of all that is my ephemeral existence.
Tonight you promised to disclose intimately the myriad of details about your estranged frere.
do not feel you are fueling my illusions of grandeur. You are quite dear to me. if you once more recite your spiel of solitary confinement, I shall be forced to defenestrate myself without hesitance.
Am I self-deprecating enough for you love? Here I lie in lachrymose lingering eternally for you my enchantress.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Clean Slate = Happiness
There are a lot of things that make me smile and happy that I forgot about. Spending lots of time alone helps me realize them all over again.
Today I finally got the 10 page handwritten letter from a friend I've had for 10 years and seriously reading it made me so incredibly happy. It starts out to my dearest friend and just that alone makes my Grey muscle react, plus its so genuine; I can relate to all the things she wrote, I've been there, I'm glad those situations happen less and less frequently. It's not that I don't have compassion, its just I don't feel sorry for people who put themselves in bad situations. play victims and expect me to give a shit.
If you have time to complain about it, you have time to do something about it instead, yes we all need to vent, but sometimes you just need to take care of things and don't waste your words on such energy sucking endeavors.
It was really nice out tonight, I got everything I needed done as far as errands etc so yay. I've been catching up on my Zzz's and I am getting back into my interests and projects and that makes me really happy because I believe that to be the root of my malaise of lately. I was so incredibly uncomfortable but putting an end to a lot of things and replacing them with something new helped tremendously.
I'm again an empty free-floating vessel and that brings me the greatest joy of all. I will definitely be spending more time on my interests and less time socializing unless it has any real benefits. I really have more pressing issues than what am I gonna wear to the club tonight and how am I going to ward off getting hit on by people I have no interest in sleeping with.
p.s. look at this link it looks like fun! Guuumeee Bears, okay yes its from Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Today I finally got the 10 page handwritten letter from a friend I've had for 10 years and seriously reading it made me so incredibly happy. It starts out to my dearest friend and just that alone makes my Grey muscle react, plus its so genuine; I can relate to all the things she wrote, I've been there, I'm glad those situations happen less and less frequently. It's not that I don't have compassion, its just I don't feel sorry for people who put themselves in bad situations. play victims and expect me to give a shit.
If you have time to complain about it, you have time to do something about it instead, yes we all need to vent, but sometimes you just need to take care of things and don't waste your words on such energy sucking endeavors.
It was really nice out tonight, I got everything I needed done as far as errands etc so yay. I've been catching up on my Zzz's and I am getting back into my interests and projects and that makes me really happy because I believe that to be the root of my malaise of lately. I was so incredibly uncomfortable but putting an end to a lot of things and replacing them with something new helped tremendously.
I'm again an empty free-floating vessel and that brings me the greatest joy of all. I will definitely be spending more time on my interests and less time socializing unless it has any real benefits. I really have more pressing issues than what am I gonna wear to the club tonight and how am I going to ward off getting hit on by people I have no interest in sleeping with.
p.s. look at this link it looks like fun! Guuumeee Bears, okay yes its from Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Reasons Why Living Alone is Optimal
It all started on February 14th, I went to look at this place in Bushwick- Brooklyn and the room was cool and I met the roommate and they seemed interesting and laid back. My belongings were in storage and I was set to move in on February 20th and even took the day off work to do it.
Sign #1 Weird Text Message
Sign #2 Malarkey Excuse for why a key cannot be made
Sign #3 Having to call in order to be let into the building (screams control issues)
Whilest living there:
Sign #4 No Mailbox
Sign #5 No rent receipt/illegal sublet
So Friday the 20th rolls around and the roommate (not going to use real name so lets use Ursula)
welcomes me in and is very laid back and nice. A friend from Boston happens to be like 10 minutes away from me so I go and hang out with her. While I'm at my friends place hanging out, I get these texts from my roommate but I can't read them and so I call and say, hey Ursula what's up? She says, yeah can you give me a massage and I was like um what? and I said listen I don't feel comfortable doing that, there are boundaries as roommates. Subject is dropped
So the weekend comes around, I work go out etc and then there is another incident where the other roommate staying there who is a straight male, George, attempts to kiss me and I have to say don't come near me I will knock you out. The following day I talk with Ursula and see states oh I wish you had told me sooner, I'm really sorry and I say look I don't feel comfortable staying there with that situation already taking place, not to mention I had a bad feeling about her as well. By this point we're in the middle/end of the week. It's now Friday and I decide to come home after not being there for a few days and Ursula is really chill with me and we just decide to talk and hang out. All of a sudden she decides she wants to teach me a martial art move and I tell her no she can just explain it to me but then I end up humoring her and then she slaps me in the face and then I get up and say listen, that is not acceptable behavior. We end up wrestling a bit and I just keep restraining her so that she cannot hit me in anyway. The other roommate George is calling to get into the building since thats the only way you can get in. She ignores the calls and attacks me once more and then again I have to restrain her.
Finally she lets George in and then him and I are having a conversation and she storms into the room again attempting to attack me and once again I have to restrain her and I do so with one arm. Then when I let go she spits at me and misses and then comes into my room and slaps me in the face to purposely provoke me but I don't respond because I have a temper and I didn't want the situation to escalate anymore than it did. I said to Ursula, I'm going to bed, you have a good night.
She was threatening me saying, I've going to have a bunch of Russian men rape you. Oh I'm going to have my doctor send you a bill, I'm a cripple, you're abusive. Basically trying to be a victim.
So I spend all of Saturday moving my shit out, half I carry alone on the train to my new place and then I have to wait out the rest of the day until Ursula decides to come home and let George the other roommate in so I can get the last of my things. I have to wait until George says he is home in order to get my things, I don't go alone because I don't know if she is going to attack me again and I want a witness present. I meet my friend up and we go to my place and get my things and then she wont answer her phone and George's phone is turned off, so I bang on the neighbors window and he lets me in.
He keeps asking me is everything okay? and my friend and I are like yeah. I grab my belongings with my friends help and I give the key back and say I want my money back and she refuses to give it to me and I say you know what you keep it. I go downstairs with all my stuff and I'm trying to call a cab and the neighbor comes out and we start talking and then he is telling me that she has done this to everyone who has ever lived with her and they have been trying to get her evicted for the past 3 years.
Then I take a cab back to the city and move my stuff in and decide to go back to Brooklyn and call the police, because I did have minor scratches on me from the altercation.
Basically because there was no witnesses or rather that George would not say anything due to fear, the case was dropped and no paperwork was filled out. Justice needs to be served, boy do I feel like John Walsh saying that.
Sign #1 Weird Text Message
Sign #2 Malarkey Excuse for why a key cannot be made
Sign #3 Having to call in order to be let into the building (screams control issues)
Whilest living there:
Sign #4 No Mailbox
Sign #5 No rent receipt/illegal sublet
So Friday the 20th rolls around and the roommate (not going to use real name so lets use Ursula)
welcomes me in and is very laid back and nice. A friend from Boston happens to be like 10 minutes away from me so I go and hang out with her. While I'm at my friends place hanging out, I get these texts from my roommate but I can't read them and so I call and say, hey Ursula what's up? She says, yeah can you give me a massage and I was like um what? and I said listen I don't feel comfortable doing that, there are boundaries as roommates. Subject is dropped
So the weekend comes around, I work go out etc and then there is another incident where the other roommate staying there who is a straight male, George, attempts to kiss me and I have to say don't come near me I will knock you out. The following day I talk with Ursula and see states oh I wish you had told me sooner, I'm really sorry and I say look I don't feel comfortable staying there with that situation already taking place, not to mention I had a bad feeling about her as well. By this point we're in the middle/end of the week. It's now Friday and I decide to come home after not being there for a few days and Ursula is really chill with me and we just decide to talk and hang out. All of a sudden she decides she wants to teach me a martial art move and I tell her no she can just explain it to me but then I end up humoring her and then she slaps me in the face and then I get up and say listen, that is not acceptable behavior. We end up wrestling a bit and I just keep restraining her so that she cannot hit me in anyway. The other roommate George is calling to get into the building since thats the only way you can get in. She ignores the calls and attacks me once more and then again I have to restrain her.
Finally she lets George in and then him and I are having a conversation and she storms into the room again attempting to attack me and once again I have to restrain her and I do so with one arm. Then when I let go she spits at me and misses and then comes into my room and slaps me in the face to purposely provoke me but I don't respond because I have a temper and I didn't want the situation to escalate anymore than it did. I said to Ursula, I'm going to bed, you have a good night.
She was threatening me saying, I've going to have a bunch of Russian men rape you. Oh I'm going to have my doctor send you a bill, I'm a cripple, you're abusive. Basically trying to be a victim.
So I spend all of Saturday moving my shit out, half I carry alone on the train to my new place and then I have to wait out the rest of the day until Ursula decides to come home and let George the other roommate in so I can get the last of my things. I have to wait until George says he is home in order to get my things, I don't go alone because I don't know if she is going to attack me again and I want a witness present. I meet my friend up and we go to my place and get my things and then she wont answer her phone and George's phone is turned off, so I bang on the neighbors window and he lets me in.
He keeps asking me is everything okay? and my friend and I are like yeah. I grab my belongings with my friends help and I give the key back and say I want my money back and she refuses to give it to me and I say you know what you keep it. I go downstairs with all my stuff and I'm trying to call a cab and the neighbor comes out and we start talking and then he is telling me that she has done this to everyone who has ever lived with her and they have been trying to get her evicted for the past 3 years.
Then I take a cab back to the city and move my stuff in and decide to go back to Brooklyn and call the police, because I did have minor scratches on me from the altercation.
Basically because there was no witnesses or rather that George would not say anything due to fear, the case was dropped and no paperwork was filled out. Justice needs to be served, boy do I feel like John Walsh saying that.
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