Carl Rogers – How My Life’s Story Shaped Who I Am Today

This is my third paper that I wrote for my Personality class at RPI. As like the previous ones, some things are a bit of a stretch (to bulk up the paper a bit because I needed 8 pages), but the general idea is there. Hope you all enjoy and gain a bit of insight!

My score on the example Q-Sort test is a 47. According to Rogers, if I had self-acceptance, I would have a perfect 100. The words I chose in the Q-Sort test for adjectives that describe me are: shy, happy, funny, lazy, optimistic, weak, depressed, honest, relaxed, and energetic. The adjectives I wished described me were: intelligent, happy, organized, attractive, kind, funny, strong, honest, optimistic, out-going. Only four out of the ten adjectives were found on both my lists. This meant there were six adjectives I strive for but do not see within myself. Therefore, often I do not accept who I am. Every day I want to be different; I aim to be better. 

Rogers talks about the real-self and ideal-self and how these two result in incongruity that causes neurosis. This clearly answers why I feel depressed sometimes. Sometimes, I feel withdrawn from the world. I want to curl up in my bed and scroll through Tik-Tok videos or watch Chinese TV Shows. I am experiencing a certain amount of incongruence. Many of the adjectives I chose that describe me are not all bad adjectives. However, the adjectives I chose that I wished to describe me are adjectives I strive for more. When meeting new people or strangers, I can only imagine and fake my way to be out-going and intelligent. I can make myself look more attractive by putting on makeup or wearing flashier clothes. In reality, though, I am not close to being that. I am usually in denial. I have this defense mechanism that waves people away, which ignores the issues at hand. For example, after I wake up sober from college parties, I will rethink what went on last night and immediately try to forget about any stupid decisions I made. Another example of denial is when the semester ends, I always am afraid of checking my grades. I have the fear of failing; the need to deny that I had a terrible semester. Sometimes I get anxiety thinking about the grades I receive and what my parents will say about them that I will straight up deny to them that grades have not come out yet and are still pending.

I also have struggles receiving unconditional positive regard. Ironically, I have always joked with friends that no matter what I do, my parents will not disown me. This is not because they have unconditional positive regard towards me. I have this belief that because I am an only child, they cannot disown me. If my parents disown me, who else other than me will inherit their name and take after them. I receive mainly conditional positive regard from my parents. I get approval and love when I am that ideal child. For example, as long as my grades are maintained above a C, I am considered behaving well. Similarly, I am pleased with myself when my grades are above a C too. Rogers considers this as conditional positive self-regard. I like myself because I am living up to my parents’ standards, and not my potential. Getting a bad grade does not mean I am terrible at the subject. Sometimes I understand the course but obtained a C because I understood the whole subject after doing all the homework and taking all the tests. Another example of conditional positive regard is being what society expects me to be. As an Asian American, society expects that I am good at math, thus I have always strive to be the #1 math student in the year. I even joined math team in high school to continue living the stereotype. Another example of conditional positive self-regard is pretending to be someone I am not. When a crush like to baked goods, I tried to learn how to bake in order to impress him. However I was only trying to be good at baking due to someone else’s wish. In reality, I am better at cooking food, and I should have used home-cooked meals as a way to astound him.

If I had self-acceptance, I would be a fully-functional person. Rogers describes five characteristics to a fully-functioning person. The first characteristic is called “Open to Experience”. This characteristic means that one accepts both positive and negative emotions. Off the bat, I am at a bad start. I find it hard and difficult to accept positive and negative emotions. For example, when someone praises me, I brush it off. I do not let my mind linger around on the compliment. This may be because of the self-worth image my parents have imprinted on me as a child. Growing up, they taught me to be a humble person and never stop striving for better. I remember once in elementary school, I came home with a 100% on a math test. My dad asked me why I did not get 102%. There was an extra credit question on the test, but since I got one wrong, the extra credit covered the mistake and made it seem like I got a perfect score. However, my dad knew it was not a perfect score and scolded me for being careless. He also reprimanded me for being over-confident that I could out-smart him and hide my imperfection with an extra-credit question. Another instance is when I started to play the Erhu. The Erhu is a traditional Chinese string instrument. When I played the Erhu in front of American audiences, many would be in awe. However, my parents would brush the awe off and comment on how people are only in awe and think my performance was cool because they have never seen or heard of true playing of the instrument. This may be true; however, the image of my self-worth declines when they brush off something that could have meant the world to me. If my parents were not so harsh on me, maybe my ideal self-worth would not be so low. I would not always be endeavoring to be someone worthy of others.

Another example is when something too good happens. For instance, I was having a bad day. I got back a test and did worse than expected, the professor did not like the work I did for the studio, and I missed dinner at the dining hall. At the last possible moment, I found out I was robbed. Someone got ahold of my wallet and took all my cash out of it. On the upside, one of my friends got hold of this news and went out and bought me K-Plate for dinner. He did not even want payment in return. It was a positive deed, something I should have been thrilled about. However, after he gave me the food and left, I went back mulling over the terrible day, unable to be positive at all. An example of not being able to take on negative emotions is when I lost a music competition. In the middle of the music, I froze and forgot the music score. Not surprisingly, I did not place. I was really upset that I practiced so much, but yet, froze on the stage. It took my music teacher to talk me out of being sad from this experience. Although I had stage fright from that experience, my teacher persuaded me to try again, and the next time I was on stage I did not freeze up. Another example of negative emotions is when I failed one of the structures exams due to misreading the problem. I ended up with a bad grade and a terrible GPA, but I took the class again the following year, practiced many backtests problems, and ended with a better grade. 

The second characteristic is described as “Existential Living”. In this characteristic, Rogers emphasizes how a fully functional person will live in the moment. Unfortunately, I am not someone who fully lives in the moment. In hard, stressful times, I will either reminisce of the past or look forward to imagining myself in the future. For example, sometimes when I am up at 2 AM powering through work, I would think about how I used to be able to call my ex-best friend around these early hours. She would still be awake, pick up and talk to me, entertaining my boredom. Another instance is when my parents are arguing. Sometimes the argument escalates to one of them storming off. I would be in my room and I would just remember about the time when we were all enjoying each other’s presence window shopping or laughing over a story at dinner. A major example of not living in the moment I have is when I went back to Hong Kong a few years after the passing of my grandparents’ deaths. This experience hit me the hardest. I remember my dad taking us to a hotel to live in for the first time while staying in Hong Kong. This, to me, was a big change. We used to live in my grandparents’ apartment when visiting Hong Kong to save money. However, after their passing the family sold their apartment. Even the other littlest changes left an impression on me. Like, during our taxi ride to the hotel. I noticed that the taxi turned off the highway earlier, towards the direction of the hotel, than it would if it went to my grandparents’ apartment. I remember that when I looked out the window at my grandparents’ apartment, all I would see is more and more of the city. The hotel window, instead, was a view of the sea. Instead of enjoying my vacation in Hong Kong, I spent many days comparing the differences in lifestyle and surrounding environment I was in at that time to my past times in Hong Kong. This “living in the past” phase of mine did not stop even after that trip. Last year when I went to China as part of a study abroad program, I stopped in Hong Kong for a few days. By myself, I took some time to revisit the old section my grandparents’ used to live in. I even went to the mall that was next to my grandparents’ apartment and retraced the steps I used to take with my grandmother. I took the present time I should have used to explore more of Hong Kong to relive the days I had with my grandparents. 

I do not only desire to live in the past, I sometimes prefer to picture of the future. Whenever I am having present-day struggles, I sit back and think about some time in the future I am looking forward to. For instance, I would ignore how this paper is due and instead think about how I am getting all you can eat sushi this weekend. Another example is when I am in line to present my midterm final project. I was nervous the critics would not approve of my project or understand where I wanted to take my research. So instead of listening to other people’s midterm, I was sitting in the review imagining how that night’s architecture creepy crawl was going to turn out. I envisioned my friends and me getting drunk, dancing, and having a bunch of fun together. Other future thoughts I have during former architecture reviews is being in bed after I am done with presentations, imagining all the dreams I will get once I am sleeping, and enjoying a nice, stomach-filling meal. 

The third characteristic is known as “Organismic trusting”. Rogers says for this characteristic one should always trust oneself and do whatever one feels like is right. This is one characteristic I believe I have achieved. I often like to listen to my gut feeling, my sixth sense. For instance, I started school at a private catholic school that went from K-12 grade. I used to believe I would stay in this school for all grade levels. However, through and through each year, surrounded by the same 56 children since kindergarten, my life and personality were boring and messed-up. When choosing high schools, I had the choice to stay within the same school, same environment and continue my education with the same people I have known for the past 9 years, or change to a different private catholic school and meet different people in a new environment. At the very last moment, I chose to change schools. While I knew there would be struggles in fitting in a new environment, my gut feeling was that I needed a change in scenery. Changing schools between middle school and high school felt right to me.

Even my decision for coming to Rensselaer was organismic trusting. My first time at RPI was Accepted Students Day, and I was blown away by the school. Immediately I knew I had to come here. It felt right. I felt at home when I was touring the main campus. I could imagine myself at RPI. I did not get any of these feelings at other colleges I visited. When the opportunity to go study abroad in China presented itself, I had a few concerns that prevented me from immediately saying yes. One of my concerns was that I just started as a Resident Assistant, and I did not want to abandon my freshmen. It would also seem unprofessional to leave the job halfway through the year. Nevertheless, I have always wanted to go to China. This was a prime opportunity to take. At the same time, another concern was about one of my most important friendships was falling apart. I was conflicted about whether leaving or not leaving would affect the outcome. Still, my pull and desire to go to China was strong and won over, thus I went. I trusted that even when I go to China, things back in America would work itself out. Sometimes even befriending people is based on what I feel is right. I am known to have weird friends, but all these weird friends I have made have grown to be strong and worth-wild.

Other examples include many late-night adventures I partake in. For example, I was at a party with some friends when another friend, Isabella, called me up asking if I wanted to go biking. I told her earlier in the week that I have always liked biking at night due to the peacefulness and calm feeling I get when there are no cars on Burdett Ave. Trusting my gut feeling, I left the party and went to grab a bike to ride with Isabella and Allyson. It was around midnight and cold, about 20 degrees outside. I was still wearing tights. Yet, we rode our bikes up and down Burdett Ave multiple times. Trudging uphill, and racing downhill many times. It was one of the best late-night adventures I had. Another example of trusting myself and letting my instincts takeover is when I went to my first college party by myself. I was nervous and shy at first, but I took the first step and approached some people. I let myself drive the conversation and naturally made my first friend, then a second friend, then a bunch of friends at the party. 

The fourth characteristic is called “Experiential freedom”. This characteristic talks about having free-will to do whatever and taking responsibility for any consequences. This characteristic relates a lot to me. One time, freshman year, I spent a lot of time watching an anime show with my friend Jessica. Then I got a boyfriend and did not have time between dating and homework to watch anime with Jessica. I found out through a mutual friend that Jessica was sad that I was not spending time with her due to dating. She said, and I quote “Casey stole Amy from me”. This phrase got me laughing later on, and from then on, I made time to spend with Jessica again. Managing time between academics and social life was simple back in freshman year. Now as a 5th year, I got many different friend groups I like to hang out with. Often people will joke and envy how many friends and groups of friends I have. My response to them is that I worked hard over the years to build up many of these friendships. Sometimes I hang out one group more often since we all like to go out to college parties. If someone says I hang out too little with them, who are they to judge that? I have the freedom to choose whom I like to hang out with. However, if it is true that I have been neglecting hanging out with others, I will own up to it and make effort and time to spend with them. If they are being petty and are wrong though, I will tell them straight out how I feel. If they do not like my answer, I will deal with the repercussions. 

An example of taking advantage of my freedom is when on study abroad in China, three of my friends and I wanted to leave Shanghai by ourselves and hike a mountain three hours by bullet train away. Our professor did not want us to go due to the liability of us going so far and doing something so dangerous. However, we planned out the trip and turned in liability waivers. I also knew Chinese, so we had the freedom to travel around without fear of getting lost. On top of that, I later returned to Hong Kong and met up with my parents and relatives, I told them about my experience hiking a mountain in China. During this story, I recalled the dangers and trouble we faced when climbing the steep steps and slope of the mountain at night. At the conclusion of the story, my relatives turned to my parents and scolded them for not stopping me from taking this trip. My parents, in return, said that I never told them I was embarking on this journey. They all turned to me and reprimanded me for being for so recklessness. I sat there taking in their lecturing. I faced the consequence for sharing with them all about my wild adventure. I noted to myself to never tell stories of any wild and dangerous adventures to my family and relatives. They could not look past the fact of danger and towards the light of me taking on new challenges and being courageous. 

Lastly, the fifth characteristic is “Creativity”. Rogers talks about how one is compelled by their nature to help others with their self-actualization. Creativity can also be the ability to adapt, change, and endeavor in new experiences. Recently, two of my best friends are having a fallout with each other. Using my experience in falling out with my ex-best friend, I am trying to mitigate the pain and anxiety from both of them. Allyson is going through a rough patch due to the recent termination of her long-distance relationship. Martina is going through a cleansing period of which friends she wants to keep. Martina feels like Allyson is not putting enough effort into their friendships and is getting tired of being the support structure to their friendship. Allyson is trying to branch out more, met other people, and make more friends. She realizes she is a bit late to the game but is trying to get out of her shell more and become more social. Unfortunately, this means Allyson is focusing most of her time away from the house, which they live together in. I have been through to talk to Martina, getting her to understand what Allyson is doing. Martina is salty at the feeling that Allyson abandoning her, but Martina herself is self-realizing how clingy she was becoming. I am talking to Allyson, having her piece together who she is and whom she wants to be. I have been helping her find things she enjoys, like attending a few college parties here and there. She has been taking tiny steps towards enjoying some thrills in life.

Another example of creativity is how easily I am at adaption. As an only child, when I go to a new place, a new environment, I have struggled to fit in. However, every new experience has a light at the end. I observe my surroundings and change to adapt and reach that light at the end. This past summer, my co-worker and boss have repetitively talked about their observations of how I adapt to a new environment. I get a general sense of the workroom and conform. I understood workroom dynamics. I knew whom to joke and laugh with, whom to keep on their feet, and who to be polite and formal towards. 

Karen Horney – Reasons Why I Am Who I Am

This is my second paper that I wrote for my Personality class at RPI. As like the previous ones, some things are a bit of a stretch (to bulk up the paper a bit because I needed 8 pages), but the general idea is there. Hope you all enjoy and gain a bit of insight!

Karen Horney’s 10 categories of neurotic needs tell a well-rounded story about me. Horney’s Psychoanalytic Social Theory revolves a lot around one’s attitudes and behavior in its most extreme form. According to my results from the personality disorder test, I am most likely to have Schizotypal, Borderline, Histrionic, and Avoidant disorders. I may have Paranoia and to be a bit too Antisocial, Narcissistic, and Dependent on others. At the very least, I have a low chance of having Schizoid or Obsessive-Compulsive disorders. 

After the test results, what comes to mind first is how the quiz determines the disorders it did for me. Schizotypal and Avoidant disorders are pretty similar to each other in how they both move away and against people. They are opposite to Histrionic which moves towards people and wants everyone’s attention. 

At a young age, I was already marked as an eccentric child. Going to a predominately white private Catholic school, an Asian girl with terrible English would never fit in. Thus, I was labeled as odd and weird. This made me a super anxious person later on. I avoided people. I never wanted to talk because I was afraid people would make fun of what I say. My way of speaking differs from others. At home I would speak Chinese with my parents, rarely practicing English; therefore I never picked up on common phrases or flow of words that other kids learned from their families. I remember people would often say I “grew up under a rock” because I never knew the latest hit music or the new hottest Hollywood movie to listen to or watch. I often had this basic anxiety that never went away. 

A symptom of schizotypal includes having odd thought processes.  For example, I had a desk critic in studio with my professor and I was explaining my thought process, but she had troublesome following my trains of thought. I tend to think differently than others. For instance, when a friend trips and falls, I would laugh at them instead of ask them if they are okay. On the upside, having different thinking means I think outside the box. This is good for my profession as an architecture student. You need to think creatively and innovatively in order to solve problems. Another symptom of schizotypal is believing in a sixth sense. I am pretty superstitious. I believe in fate and that everyone has their own destiny. Even cheesier, I believe in soulmates. Lastly, another symptom of schizotypal I relate to is having difficulty maintaining concentration. I get distracted a lot. I have trouble starting and finishing homework in a timely manner. Often I will procrastinate on work and end up staying up very late to finish projects the night before. Being easily distracted is a very bad habit and trait. I try my best to clear myself from distractions, even pushing people away from me to have the time to finish what I need to do. 

The two disorders I’m highly likely to have according to the test is Avoidant disorder. Symptoms of this disorder include fear of rejection and criticization in social situations, embarrassment, poor self-image, and desire for a better self-image. Since being made fun of a lot as a child, I have developed a very low self-confidence level. Whenever I’m put at a social event, I have difficulty taking the first step in engaging others. I get anxious that people will turn me down and away. I fear for the answer no to any of my approaches. I am also afraid of giving people material for embarrassment. What if when I’m walking up the stairs and I trip and fall and a whole crowd sees this and laughs. Due to my fears, I don’t have a very large network connection in my profession. However, people always emphasize how important it is to make connections in order to find jobs. As a result, I have always found difficulty landing internships. I rely on my friends to help me find jobs and help. 

Yet, I also have this pull to the Histrionic disorder. I believe this is because I never had a safe or satisfied childhood. I definitely developed basic hostility towards my parents. While I am an only child, my parents put a lot of pressure and effort on me to be perfect. Rarely were they satisfied with good results; everything had to be perfect to the T. This definitely influenced me to move towards other people and gain their attention and approval. What I could not seek or receive from my parents, I went to gather from friendships and relationships. I gather their attention by depicting myself as a humorous person. I always have the time to make sly jokes or chide people for absurd issues and matters. While I may be constantly talking and engaging my friends and peers, secretly I am seeking their approval. When there are awkward moments and silence, I would take these exploits as neglect and rejection. I experience in self-contempt and frustration for not foreseeing the failures in these situations. Another part of the histrionic disorder is being manipulative. I have certainly been told I am manipulative by some of my close friends. I will exaggerate situations sometimes to make my friends more empathic towards me. One time last year, I was late to club dance practice and everyone was waiting for me. When I walked in everyone was waiting for the instructor, who is a friend of mine, to call me out for being late. Instead, I walked up to my friend and told her in a low voice that I was late because I was on the phone with another friend dealing with a situation that made me cry, thus making me late. I knew that my friend had a weak heart for people who cry and is always ready to empathize with them. I manipulative my way around her heart and away with being late to practice. 

Lastly, in my most likely to have disorders topics, there is borderline personality disorder. I expected borderline to appear as a disorder for myself because I tend to have very unstable moods. My friends say I am rather unpredictable; I am a time ticking bomb that will explode any minute. I tend to do things on impulse. I was in a group call with some friends once and we were playing Minecraft. I remember how all of them had administrative permissions and were flying around the world having fun. I had yet to figure out how to get these administrative permissions and thus I was complaining about the unfairness. While complaining, I passive-aggressively threw blame to one particular friend of mine who often is the “mom” of the group and manages everything. I knew she had the answer to how I could get admin access. She warned me to stop blaming her for things I could not get. I tried to exploit others. Getting admin access was actually an easy google search, but instead, I impulsively kept blaming my friend until she hung-up on the group call and left the game. I knew how to push her patience, and without a thought, I crossed the line. I had this neurotic need for power. I knew to show power it was to demand what I wanted and not give up. My friend hung-up on the call and in a way that showed that I had the power to get her to leave the group call. I realized my wrongdoings after this situation. I mulled over my stupidity and occupied myself with self-torment for being so impulsive and not thinking through my friend’s feelings. 

Another time, I was in a group call with the same people. I hadn’t gotten the chance to join calls in a week due to being neck-deep in work and missed out on a number of inside jokes and memes. During the call, they would just talk and talk and then laugh about these inside jokes that no one has let me on into and I had to mute myself because I was fed up with being left out. I felt really mad that no one was letting me in on the conversation or at least including me in. I felt so excluded that I wanted to scream angrily at them for being unthoughtful towards me and leaving me out. I had the neurotic need for social recognition. I did not get any; instead, I got unstable friendships. It did not take long for us to have a consequential fight and then separate onto different paths. At the end of the day, a lot of the conversation between all of us was toxic and pointing figures at each other’s faults. Another symptom of borderline disorder is getting angry when expectations are not met. A very clear example of this is this one time when my food in the computer lab was thrown out. I was staying up late working on a group project with my friend in the computer lab. We both had food out, since we were working through dinner. I left in the morning to go shower, and in the morning the janitor comes in to clean up the lab. The janitor ends up throwing away my container of food due to the no food in the lab rule. When I came back, I went looking for my food, and my friend said the janitor may have taken it away. I asked my friend why her food was not taken away and she said it was because she packed away her food and hid it before the janitor came in. I threw my hands up in disbelief that my friend did not think twice to also put my food away along with hers and hid both of them. I could not believe that a simple step of also putting away my food too while putting away her own did not phase her. I was mad and annoyed and noted to myself that my friend is completely unreliable.

Then, the personality tests say I could have paranoia, narcissistic, antisocial, and dependent disorders too. My paranoia started with troublesome friendships. As a child, I rarely had friends in school. I was aware of the reasons why I did not have friends. It was all due to being different. Often, I was paranoid. I was paranoid about what people said about me. I wanted attention but was paranoid about what people would think if I gathered too much attention. There was a show and tell week at school, and I was scared of showing off too much. Thus I purposely messed up while performing. In second grade, math was my favorite subject and I would always finish multiplication quizzes first. However, I was paranoid at what my classmates would say if I always got up from my sit too quickly to turn in the test. I self-realized after that, that I grew to distrust and be wary of my surroundings. I cannot read hearts and minds, thus I am paranoid at what people are always thinking. I could never have enough pennies to pay for people’s thoughts. 

I’m constantly testing my friends by asking roundabout questions if their intentions of things are true and pure. Sometimes people have hidden motives. For example, when a new freshman in the club started to talk to me, I was suspicious of her. I am not the most approachable person in the club and I was wondering why she wanted to talk to me. I later found out she was also an architecture student, which made me even more paranoid. I was not sure if she was being friendly to me to get more laser-cut time or leftover architecture supplies from me. Another time when I got really paranoid is when a guy part of my China study abroad trip started to talk to me a lot. He would constantly message me hi and ask how I was or what I was doing. He knew I liked cats and often sent me pictures and memes of cats. One time, a group of us wanted to go to the club. I was not for a late night and opted out. The guy planned on going but ended up not. I got a message from the guy once everyone left, asking if I wanted to hang out with him and watch a movie. I was paranoid that he was going to make a move on me so I ignored him and went on with my life. I tend to move away from single guys because I never know if they are “thirsty” and want to get laid. 

This leads to my next disorder called narcissistic. Narcissistic is like a follow-up to my histrionic counterpart. There are some narcissistic aspects that I relate heavily to, while others do not. For example, I am somewhat self-centered. I have this sense of self-importance and putting myself first. I got personal admiration for myself. I want people to pay attention to me and focus on my success and the good things I have accomplished. The keyword here is through all aforementioned, I am making myself superior to the others. In a recent instance, I compare my grades to my two friends in the same class. Since I have a higher grade than them, I assert my dominance over the other two when we brainstorm for other homework problems and studies. This is because I have the highest grade; in relation means I am better at this subject than the other two.  My neurotic ambition causes me to fail shortly in the future. I overshot my understanding of the class materials for our test and made a few careless mistakes. 

Another part of narcissistic that is on point is the symptom to lie. I lie to myself and others a lot. I try to be as honest as possible, but many times I consider other people’s feelings (at least that’s what I convince myself I’m doing) and lie. A typical example of lying to my friends is when they ask for personal opinions on whether they are obsessing too much on a break-up or being too petty about an argument. However, the main aspect of the lying symptom is how I lie to myself. I have this self-idealization, the neurotic need for perfection. I try to make myself appear the way I want others to perceive me, all in good aspects. For instance, recently I had the impulse to dye my hair. I felt like it would make me different, mentally and physically. After dying my hair I fancied a wardrobe change. I felt like I need to dress up prettier to play the part. I bought a few party-like clothes and started to wear make-up when I go out. I made myself appear like a movie replica of Mean Girls. By dressing-up, I believed more people looked at me, thought about me, and approached me. 

Next, I have some parts of the antisocial disorder. I see this disorder as an equivalent to the borderline disorder. On top of the symptoms of antisocial disorder, I started to have a conflict of self-hatred. Specifically, I expressed Horney’s self-destructive actions and impulses. A part of my fake self-idealized persona, I started to go to parties with friends on the weekend. Yet, since I’m antisocial, I’m afraid to approach strangers and interact. To combat my fears, I would drink alcohol until I am tipsy or drunk. By getting drunk, my brain stopped thinking and processing fears and worries, and I became more captivated by strangers. I remember making pretty irresponsible decisions while drunk. Some irresponsible decisions are like staying up until 5 am, ignoring doing homework, wasting money to buy McDonald’s even though I was not hungry, and throwing up from overdrinking. 

The fourth disorder that I got a moderate rating for was the dependent disorder. I used to correlate to this disorder a ton. When I was a child, I used to cry when I lose games. I was dependent on others to know that I wanted all the glory of winning. Consequently, my childhood friend’s mother would tell her to lose on purpose so I could win. Being an only child, I was lonely a lot. When my family and I travel, I often felt bored and helpless because there was no entertainment for me. Back then, portable TVs and smartphones were still a luxury. Therefore, whenever I made a friend, I felt the need to drag them everywhere. I was dependent on their presence and wanted to spend every single moment together. 

After entering college, my dependency needs grew. I entered my first relationship and I was definitely very clingy. I had this fear that if I was not spending time with my boyfriend, he would leave me. Especially when he spent time with other girls, I was afraid and would cling even more to him.  The more I spent time with my boyfriend, the less time I spent with my friends back home. They grew less dependent on me and the same happened vice versa. When we grew apart, I acted out and threw tantrums because I thought they weren’t doing enough to keep in contact with me. I would also merciless self-accuse myself for not doing enough in keeping my friendships. My expectations of dating were all referenced from typical modern TV shows. My impression was that the guy would know what the girl wanted. I expected my boyfriend would know and understand my feelings and needs even without my speaking up about them. None of this was true, and our relationships got out of hand and toxic. Soon after, my boyfriend and I broke up. Shortly after the break-up, I had this neurotic need for a partner. I went out to find and start dating another guy. However, the relationship never sat well with me. One day, I had a realization that I had to grow out of my dependency on others. 

My two lowest disorders are Schizoid and Obsessive-Compulsive disorders. My personality does counter to the symptoms of these two orders. I get more anxious at social interactions, therefore am more antisocial than schizoid. Schizoids solely prefer to be alone; I’m more alone due to circumstances. I can easily express anger to others while schizoids do not. For obsessive-compulsive disorder, one thinks in a very black and white manner. I tend to be in more grey situations and don’t believe in solely one answer to problems. I believe there are many paths and solutions to dilemmas. Also, I understand there’s no perfectness in this world. Therefore, the personality test is right that I have a low relation to both these disorders. 

Horney ultimately wants us to have self-realization. To recognize that we should give up our idealized self-image. Through self-analysis, you would acquire the capability to be responsible for your emotional growth. In me, I had a self-analysis period when I was in China. China removed me from my toxic self-hatred and gave me an aerial view of all my problems. I realized I was too invested in self-hatred. I learned to grow independent. I was determined to become more self-confident and look less for other people’s approval and give myself more credit. I tried to minimize my need and thoughts to compare myself to others. Eventually, I’m trying to detach myself from society’s modern toxic cultural. 

Freud – Stories that Created Me

This is a paper I wrote for my Personality class at RPI. Some things are a bit of a stretch, but the general idea is there. Hope you all enjoy and gain a bit of insight!

          I am only who I am today because of my past. If you change my past, you change who I am. But who exactly am I? There is this theory of psychoanalysis that Sigmund Freud founded that breaks down one’s personality. Freud claimed that human behavior is driven by unconscious motivations that are caused by past experiences like childhood drama, love, death, complex emotions, and sexuality. Some of these experiences are very difficult to remember because our minds like to suppress traumatic memories. I know that I have countless memories from when I was a child suppressed. I am not sure yet how all my past emotions and actions explain my personality. Therefore, to gain insight about myself I must analyze my past. With Freudian’s theory, I must dig dip deep into my own unconsciousness and try to uncover bits and pieces of me to put together for a complete “me, myself, and I”.

          First, Freud stated there are 5 stages of human development. After reading about these different stages, I have realized that there are times when I did not properly work out a crisis and I became fixated at that development stage. The first development stage is the oral stage. At this stage, the mouth is at the center focus. I believe there’s a part of me that’s been fixated at this stage. Babies do not have much control over what they do. As a baby, I was fed a lot. My parents kept feeding me multiple times a day. I remember in middle school I had an obsession with chewing gum. I did not chew gum because it made my breath smell fresh, but because my mouth could move. I can still remember that at times I will unconsciously start chewing gum very loudly. Sometimes I will even get obsessed with hearing a loud gum pop. These were all terrible habits to have, as I was disruptive to the people around me. When I got braces and retainers, however, the dentist advised against chewing gum, thus breaking my habit of chewing gum. After getting my braces off, I no longer had the urge to chew gum. However, I started to have a habit of snacking. Even if I have three meals a day, but I will often snack. I snack not because I am hungry, but because I like the feeling of munching and eating. I do not think this habit will ever be fixed because my dad loves to buy snacks, as he too has an eating habit, and in turn, there will always be snacks available in my household.

          The second stage is the anal stage. This stage is related to toilet training. According to Freud, if your toilet training was not too successful, then the repercussion is a messy person. This means that during potty training your parents did not encourage or praise you when you peed and pooped successfully. I do not like to think I am a messy person, but unfortunately, there are times when I get really disorganized. I think this is because I am not good at regularly doing a number 2. I am also really bad at going to the bathroom often. I forget to drink water and I am always sitting, thus I barely get the urge to use the bathroom regularly. In these terms, my room, desk, and computer are usually messy. I like to use any table surface available to put things. I am not good at putting things back in their place in a drawer. I am not too good at planning a month ahead, but usually, I can plan my day out. Hence, Freud’s theory about the anal stage is accurate. My bowel movements are related to my sloppiness in life.

          The third stage is the phallic stage. Freud wrote that children between the ages of 3-6 crave closeness from their parents. Children start to develop sexual pleasures, and an approach they take to fix their needs is by sleeping with their parents. I definitely did this as a kid. However, my parents sleep in separate beds and rooms. My mom has a larger bed, so I ended up sleeping with her a lot. I think I preferred my mom as opposed to my dad. Back then, my mom would often scum to buy me things compared to my dad. Due to this, I disagree with Freud’s theory about an Oedipus Complex. I never felt like I had penis envy nor dislike towards my mom or desire for my dad. I never tried urinated standing up. In China, it’s common to squat while urinating and I do like that method. During this stage, I’ve never had a preference on which gender I preferred to hang out with. I think my neighborhood was only filled with girls my age, thus I hung out with girls a lot more than boys. The boys were either a few years older or younger than me. I remember that I hated wearing jeans as a child. I preferred to wear the skirt and dress version of the school uniform. Even when I am not wearing uniforms, I would wear skirts or dresses.

Next is the fourth stage, which is the latency stage. I think Freud would believe this is one of the hardest stages for me to overcome. During this stage, we develop feelings of guilt, shame, and morality. For this particular stage, the only thing that comes to mind is how I learn about morals in catholic school. I have many memories of tying religion and ethics together. While I was 6-12, middle school, I have many experiences with Freud’s mental structures. The ID has a lot of impulse desires. Even to this day, I suffer from impulse decision making and consequences. When I was a child, I wanted attention. From the phallic stage, I got much of my parents’ love and attention. Especially since I was an only child, my need to be surrounded by people grew. Yet, at a private catholic school, an Asian child is weird and different. Thus, I was a loner growing up. But as a child I never gave up for attention, therefore I became a class clown. I would impulsively bombard other friend groups and playtime. During this age, I remember I had a lot of crushes. Nothing became of them, but I wanted to friend them and had dreams about them. During this stage, I think I mostly had female friends that were my support network. I never had any clear idea of what I wanted to do as a career during this stage. I knew which career paths I never wanted to go into.

          Over time, I developed a superego. I realized as much as I wanted attention, I cannot always hog people’s time. Watching my parents, I slowly learn how there are times when people want to be left alone. My conscious formed an “ego”. This ego tries to keep a balance between my ID and superego needs. Freud would argue I have an overriding superego. I aim to please a lot. Like I have said, I like to be surrounded by people. Thus, I like to please people to like me. I always have trouble doing that. However, I still try my best. My parents often encourage me to befriend everyone. At times there will be two sides of people I want to befriend and civil with. Sometimes, one side will talk trash about the other side, and my ID and ego want to step in and shut the people down, but my superego persists on. I have never been self-conscience about my weight or appearance, but freshman year my mom called and told me my cheeks were fat on a recently uploaded picture on Facebook and I immediately became self-conscience and stopping eating regularly after that. I was annoyed at my mom for saying something rude like that, but my ego kept me from speaking out of line with my parents. Growing up Asian, I know there’s a stereotype of us needing to be the best of the best, but that was not possible for me. For a long time, even now, I am conscious of my grades and my intelligence. I am not smart, so I try to make it up by either waiting for someone else to hint the answer or pretending I can follow along.

          The last stage of development is the genital stage. Freud stated that the ID will reawaken during adolescent. This time, sexual desires will project outward towards outsiders. According to Freud, if you are heterosexual, you are healthy. If you identify as a homosexual, then you’re stuck in a genital fixation. I believe this currently puts me in a fixation. While I do not identify as a homosexual, I do believe that I can find love from any gender. Most of my flirting started in college. I only began to sexually desire a significant other once I came to college. It is also at college when I stopped caring about which gender I’ll end up with; I like to keep an opened mind. This means Freud’s theory about fixations is right. I haven’t gotten over my fixation of eating, thus my oral stage is not complete. I cannot reach full sexual maturity and be mental health with this chewing habit.

          I did have times when I suffered from loss of sleep and productivity due to close relationship issues. Many times I would take late night walks around campus because I could not relax my mind and sleep. Other times, issues persisted so much that I started to lose interest in clubs and extracurricular activities. During my third year, my (ex) best friend and I had such a huge dispute that I barely left my room or associate with anyone for a few weeks. I remember I was affected so much that even when I dragged myself to a club meeting one week, I had to walk out because I felt like crying. In the end, I took the opportunity to study abroad the next semester in China to escape the confines of America itself. 

          Another revolutionary theory of Freud’s is his viewpoint about dreams. Freud believed that dreams are the “the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind” (Freud). Part of the dream analysis is how you sleep. How your physical sleep affects the dream you will have. I, for example, sometimes will fall asleep with my arms above my head. When this happens I remember in my dreams my arms will always feel paralyzed or locked behind myself. This is because in reality, my arms have fallen asleep and the blood cannot easily circulate through. Another physical thing that has happened to me is, falling asleep with my blankets above my head. When I do this, I remember in my dreams it is hard to breathe. Sometimes my dreams will take place underwater and I’ll feel like I am drowning.

          Freud said dreams come from two mental sources: recent memories and childhood memories. Sometimes I’ll have dreams that involve people from elementary school. In these dreams, there’ll be events that happen that even I forget about. Yet, when I wake up, I’ll only vaguely remember the story, none of the details. I will also barely remember who is in the dreams; I will only know it was people from the middle or so on. An example of recent memories affecting my dreams that I can think of is me bleeding through the sheets. Once during my period, I bled through the pad onto the sheets. Ever since then, whenever I am on my period, my dreams will often remind me and then wake me up in the middle night to check that I didn’t bleed through my pad. Sometimes my dreams will re-remember an event that occurred. For example, I hosted a big event for one of my clubs last year. The planning of the event took a lot of mental energy. I remember before the event I had a dream where the event went perfectly. Everyone listened to me, and this calmed me. After the event happened, my dream was chaotic. The event was a disaster and the only person to blame was me. Between the two dreams, my reality of this event is distorted and remembered wrong. When something significant happens, like the day I was robbed, I will a bad dream. Being robbed scared me pretty hard that my mind created its own dream to scare myself even more at night.

          On the topic of mental energy, Freud believed humans have a limited amount of energy. This limited energy created human behavior. Human behavior exists to release one’s tension. Freud identified two impulses that help human behavior reduce tension. The first impulse is a sexual impulse. Within this impulse is the libido. The libido is responsible for getting all your basic needs. The ID unconsciously will use its primal energy to get me what I want. As an only child, whatever my parents gave me was all for me. I used to take this for granted. Unconsciously, I got used to having my way. When hanging out with friends, I would argue for my way, my viewpoint, and for everyone to follow me. My comfortableness from being an only child created a selfish, self-center adolescent. Through time, my conscious and ego helped put me in place. Many of my friends recognize I am an only child through my behaviors. I also try my best to keep my ID in check.

          The second impulse is the aggressive impulse. Aggressive impulse generally involves death-provoking activities. For example, substance abuse is an aggressive impulse. In my sophomore year, I was obsessed with a coffee drink. Architecture takes its toll, thus three days a week my friend and I would sneak out of the studio and take a trip to the DCC café for a cup of coffee. I became so addicted and used to caffeine by the end of the semester that I couldn’t live a day without it. When I went back home for a break, I went to the dentist. There I found out I got 2 more cavities, and 1 more developing. My dentist gave me a rundown of why. It was because I was sipping on coffee for hours a day that my mouth never resumed its normal ph level and potential to fight against cavities naturally. Thus, during break and the following semester, I swore off caffeine unless absolutely necessary. I never want to be dependent on caffeine again, and I most certainly do not want any more cavities. Another aggressive impulse I have is drinking alcohol. While do not think I am really bad, but whenever I hang out with a certain group of friends, we will always end up drinking. Our friendships never started off with alcohol, but once we started drinking, there was no turning back. When we are drunk we will go off on adventures (not drunk driving, don’t worry). Being drunk together keeps us on our toes and entertained. I am not sure there are many memories anymore that we all share where we are sober.

          Freudian levels of Mental Awareness are the key to understanding human behavior. Freud distinguished three different levels of mental awareness; the conscious, preconscious, and unconscious. Conscious is the easy explainable subject of knowing what you’re always doing in everyday life. All my decisions, while sober of course, are made consciously. I think before I tell someone yes or reply to a message. The preconscious is the easily remembered portion of the unconscious. This includes me remembering what I wrote in this paper last night along with what I ate for dinner. It is the unconscious metal portion that Freud is most interested in. He believed that if you can understand the memories hidden away in the unconscious, then you can explain what you do sometimes. This makes sense. For example, I will always unconsciously look at my surroundings whenever I enter a new room and area. Thinking back on it, this is because since I was little, my family would take trips to Hong Kong and my parents will always repetitively prepare me on what to do if I get lost. They would contently point out safe areas, important people to ask for help, and anything useful for gathering attention. I will always still remember the one bus that will always take me back to my grandparents’ apartment in Hong Kong because it’s been ingrained into me. I think another explainable, unexplainable behavior I show is the behavior of being an only child. Since unconsciously I have always owned whatever my parents give me, I will always treat things I have as my own. I have this certain “mine” attitude that all other only children will share. Many of my friends will point out that they have inklings I am an only child due to how I act.

          Freud mentioned the process of investing libidinal energy is called cathexis. If someone creates too much cathexis, a person can experience Neurosis. I believe whenever I go home for a break after a semester in college I experience Neurosis. At school, I spend a lot of time in libido. I talk to people, hang out with friends, and make new ones. A lot of this socialness is spoken in English. At home, I typically speak Cantonese to my parents. I remember after freshman year I got into the car back home and the whole ride I could not wrap my mind around speaking Cantonese. I could see listen and understand what my parents said, but I had a brain freeze and could only reply in English to them. I had a moment of neurosis, a moment of loss of my mother tongue. A similar thing happened when I went to China for about five months to study abroad. Two years ago, I came back to campus and I knew my English level dropped significantly. Many easy vocabulary words could not come easily to mind because of how long I haven’t heard or spoken English.

          As mentioned above, human behavior exists for tension reduce. It reduces feelings of anxiety. Freud has a list of defense mechanisms that help reduce his types of anxiety. Some of these defense mechanisms can be helpful or harmful; as long as it reduces anxiety it is fine. The three types of anxiety are reality, neurotic, and moral. The types of defense mechanisms are repression, denial, intellectualization, projection, rationalization, displacement, and regression.

          A lot of my primary and middle school memories are repressed. There were many days when I went home from school feeling sad and lonely. I was constantly going through reality and moral anxiety. The reality anxiety is fear of getting more bullied by other kids for being, eating, and speaking differently. The moral anxiety was being ashamed of being and looking different than others. I felt like being Asian American was so unpopular and against the norms. My tactic growing up was to repress those memories and run away. On top of that, I remember the days before high school, my family and I would always be yelling. There was never a day when we didn’t scream or shout at each other. I have tried to repress the days of when I would be sacked for being out of line. There were many things in my childhood I have repressed and try to never think about again.

          When I entered high school, I finally found groups of accepting friends. They were no bullies and fun. However, the past will always come back to haunt me. I will still have the anxiety of being different. Thus, I started to project my differentness onto others. There are jokes, and there are racist jokes. I rationalized that I am not racist if the race I am making fun of my own race. My defense mechanisms were to project these racist jokes onto others, and then rationalize to them that I had the right to say them. Halfway through high school, we got a new principal. I once met him and since he was two head taller than me, the whole time I felt like he was looking down on me and did not like me. After freshman year, I went back to high school to visit teachers and friends and I bypassed the principle in the hallway. He saw me, but I do not remember him saying hi to me. This made me definitely think he did not like me. Four years later, in memory of him, I still do not believe he likes me… or even knows who I am.

          For regression, old habits will come back into place. For example, shaking my legs or cracking my knuckles. If a piece of gum is in my mouth and I get anxious, I’ll revert to my old habit and chew really loudly and rudely. Sometimes on a project, I will get anxious over the details. I might obsess over the line weight or layout of the paper. This is pretty bad when working with a partner and on a deadline.

          An example of intellectualization mechanism in my life is when my grandfather passed away. I bugged my parents to tell me the reason he was admitted to the hospital in the first place. I wanted to know what my grandfather was diagnosed with and how he can get better. I didn’t want to think about the chance of him dying (even though he ended up dying).

          An example of a denial defense mechanism is definitely my grades. Often when I get a bad grade I’ll immediately think there’s an error. Even when the teacher goes over all the answers, I will still look for excuses as to how my grade was so low. In college, architecture studio grades are reliant on your semester-long project and final presentation. Sometimes when my grades come back now, I blame the critics for not fully understanding my project or the professor for not helping me improve and progress my project further. Another time I have used denial is during middle school. As mention above, I would come home sad every day. I was pretty hopeless back then, and going to a catholic school did not help with regaining hope. When I went back to school, during pray or mass I would vehemently deny the existence of God. How can I have such a miserable life if God was watching over me and loved me? I also projected a lot of anger towards God. I displaced a lot of aggression towards God. In reality, the problem was me.

          Another example of me trying to use rationalization as a defense mechanism is the decision to delete a lot of emails from my past. Before instant messaging existed, “friends” and I would group email each other. All of these emails existed and sat in my inbox for a long time. One day, a few years later, I open to the inbox and open the emails to read them. Lots of conversations were sad to read. One day I made the decision to delete all the emails. They gave me too much anxiety. Within the emails, there was too much anxiety about my past –how I never felt accepted. When rereading the emails I feel trapped in the past. So I told myself to delete them all. One day, all the emails were gone from my inbox. And the next time I felt like reading the emails again… there were none.

          A lot of my defense mechanisms rely on repression and denial. Sometimes I would project and displace my anger onto other people; other times I would rationalize the situation to make myself feel better. I barely use intellectualization or regression to alleviate my anxiety issues. Through this paper, I have to gain more insight into myself and personality. Freud’s psychoanalytic theory of the human emphasizes so much on the developmental stages and internal conflicts one might have while growing up. It has given me insight into many of my repressed memories and unconscious childhood decisions I made in the past. There will always be times when I will feel depressed or anxious. There even might be unresolved conflicts throughout my life, but I’ll always have my ego to balance myself out and keep me in check.

The Revelation

One day, I wake up, and it’s all over.
Closing my eyes, closing my heart…closing myself from the world.
That moment when it’s too hard to smile…
Too hard to put on a mask.

That moment when I’m thrown into the world….and I can’t enjoy it.

That’s when I know,
I need to find myself again.
That’s when I know,
I’m broken.

Stepping aside…
Giving myself space…
it’s what I need.
Breath girl, breath.

I’m foolish.
I’m closed off.
It’s like,
I’m protective of myself.

Trust?
That’s what we had,
but now pretending to give.
The truth is…

Where are we now?

Sometimes…it Ends up being Too Late

It was peaceful, standing there.
It was me,
surrounded by friends.
Best friends.

There were roads, paths,
each one had a choice, many choices.
As long as I walked,
We walked together.

So many choices,
made together…and apart.
So many choices,
but still, we walked together.

But slowly,
without noticing,
the paths started to separate.
Slowly.

Slowly,

roads diverged.
I never noticed…
I never knew.

I thought we were only an arm’s length away,
but in reality,
we were already too far.
Who moved?

It wasn’t me,
It wasn’t you…
Somehow we ended here.
Somehow we ended at odds.

Though I may have neglected you.
Though I may have pushed you aside.
Though I may have…
taken you for granted.

I did everything thinking,
you’d always be by my side.
I made choices,
because I thought you’d always understand.

I said what I wanted.
Even though I knew words hurt people.
I said what I wanted,
because I knew you loved me enough.

But that was an ideal situation.
We are only human, after all…
What I meant, was taken differently.
Where I was selfish, there were consequences.

You have your life.
I should have known that.
It was a double edge sword…
to always fall back on you.

My selfiness, turned on me.
I think,
You think…
We all thought…it was easy.

We’re only human, after all.
I had my ideals.
You had your opinions.
We each had our individuality.

I don’t…can’t blame anyone.
It’s how it is now.
It’s how it’s going to be…
for now.

But I’m here,
I swear,
I won’t move any further away.
I miss you.

Maybe we’ll find our way back to each other again.

-BlackTealways

Because you know

Because you know I only believe in what I see before me.

Because you know  I only have my thoughts, my opinions.

Because you know I won’t listen when I’m annoyed.

Because you know there’s nothing you can do to stop who I’m becoming.

Because you know I’m always lonely, yet I push everyone away.

Because you know I’m too scared to say anything.

Because you know I coop myself up in my room and watch romance dramas….dreaming of a day to find my knight in shining armor.

Because you know I know…that I’ll never find one.

Because you know I already gave up on my dreams.

Because you know I hate this world.

Because you know I start throwing random tantrums with and without people around.

Because you know I rather suffer in quiet then tell someone.

Because you know I want to run outside in teh dark and just scream and cry, but I don’t.

Because you know I…..I might be suicidal.

Because you know that I smile….and fake smile.

Because you know I hide from the truth.

Because you know I tell everyone to never regret, but I regret many things.

Because you know…I’ll never tell anyone everything.

Because you know…I rather everyone come to hate me, come to judge me, come to their own conclusions then defend myself.

Because you know I cry…for the past.

Because you know I can’t walk away…I can never walk away.

Because you know I’ll never forget…anything.

Because you know…

that I don’t believe you know me.

When do you stop?

The question is…when do you stop?

When did I stop? I stopped when I made the decision. When I decided, “It’s the end.” When I was finished with feeling a hole inside myself…when I was finished being a “depressed” version of myself. When I stood outside in the night and felt this wash of chills and sadness blow over me….I was done. I was done being that way. I was done with all of the above.

So I stopped.

I took a night…and just cried. I just cried my heart out, cried everything out. I cried for being in college, I for being stressed, I cried for the past, the friendship I fucked over…I cried for all of the above.

But most of all….I cried over him. AND THAT WAS THE LAST TIME I DID CRY, for him.

That’s when you stop.

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05/13/2016

Loneliest Road

Wow, this is an odd saved post (2 years ago in fact) I never posted….hm….I shall just “drop” this here then. 🙂

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There’s this really nice fanfiction story called “Loneliest Road” by ExecutiveShrimp. It’s around 12 chapters, and 120,000 words. Scary no? It’s a tedious story, but a good one…especially if you grasp the meaning of it. The title does it justice. The two main character go on a road trip across the country, and take US Route 50, aka the “Loneliest Road in America”. Fancy, huh. It’s actually a thing, people, there’s a website and all. There’s a little brochure and stamp booklet you can ask Nevada to send to you before you decide to take this mini road trip. *cough cough* You can tell I’m totally interested. Haha. A girl in my art class once said “Before I marry a man, we are going on a road trip. If we can’t stand each other for two weeks in a RV, then I’m not marrying him.” I think every couple should challenge themselves like that. See what two weeks in an RV can accomplish. It might make your life a bit easier, no?

Now I know many people look down on fanfictions, but like many other things, if you find the right one, it’s the damn right one. This story…reached out and told my story, my story of being alone, my story of trust, my story of love, my story…of all the shit and crap that has happened in my life…my story of the future, because I know the future will be like this, I know that whatever high hopes I have, it is all just hopes, nothing more, nothing less. For one of the main characters in this fanfiction, it’s all about finding himself. For me, it’s about holding on to sanity.

Being lonely, sucks. Let’s start with that. Then, let’s continue with my whines and complains about life. I’m an only child. I’m Asian. I’m an atheist. I went to a small private, catholic school. I learned How to Speak, Talk, and Read Chinese 101 before English. I have an accent. I was (and still) made fun of. I look different. I grew up a loner. I never had a friend that lasted me more than one year back in elementary school. I lost the one friend I still had from middle school due to stupidity. I let my social life trample my academics life. I’m stupid. I fell out of consecutive honor roll status the third quarter of my sophomore year by 0.08 points. I’m stupid. I’m Chinese. I’m stupid. I don’t have a 4.0 GPA. I’m stupid. I have a 1760 SAT score. I’m stupid. I’m in college preparatory English class, not honors, not AP. I’m stupid. Are you annoyed yet? I am. I don’t have a great history you see, but I don’t have the worst. There are people out there that suffer through way worst situations, mind-blowing situations. But let’s not compare, please. Let’s just focus on the topic at hand.

Loneliness. Do you truly know what Loneliness means? It means no friends. It means no family. It means you lie on your bed and cry yourself to sleep. It means you walk the mall all alone. It means every path you take, you take it alone. It means every choice you’ve made, you’ve made yourself. It means sitting there, at your desk, and nothing comes to mind. No name, no face, no love. It means darkness. I’m a lonely person. Who’s to blame? People? Classmates? Education? Schools? Administration? Neighbors? or maybe you family, more specially, your parents. And I have. My parents are loners. They’re anti-social. Every single person I know, I know because of myself. Every single person they know, they know because of me. Every friend I’ve made, it’s not because my parents were friends with their parents, no! All I have now, I’ve worked for. I’ve worked for. But then how is it I’m all alone? I have parents, I have friends, I’m still a lonely person. I’m a lonely person because of ME. Who’s there to blame? Me. My choices. My choices. Your choices. Why are you alone? Blame yourself. You wouldn’t be sitting there if it weren’t because of you. Welcome to life people.

In a way, my story of life sums up to this. I grew up. Now I’m a Senior. Now, someone’s “life” story can either really really long, or too vague. That sentence was my “vague story”, but I hope to start a little journey story now, chapter by chapter. After all, it’s the chapters that bring “life” to life.

Onward, to my first chapter…my story about being alone.

There are…

There are things you want to write about…..then there are things you don’t.

There are things you treasure….and things you willingly discard.

There are things you accept…and refuse to knowledge.

There are things given to you….and things stolen.

There are three things you need to survive in this world: Intelligence, Connections, and Looks. It’s the sad truth.

There are a shit ton of competition out there…and then there is you.

A car on the highway doesn’t wait for an ant to cross the road. Do you honestly expect the world to wait for you?

A million people out there have there ups and downs. They cry. You cry. I cry. What makes you so special? What makes me so special? I love you. I loved you. I don’t even know you. But here is the secret: I don’t even know myself.

How does one move on…..how does one succeed, if one doesn’t understand oneself? But if you don’t move on…you’ll be crush, by others, by the new generations, by the past….when the past catches up.

I don’t know you, and I never will. I don’t know myself, and I never will. What I want to know…at the very least is if I could have one damn amazing future, surrounded with amazing friends…amazing colleagues….amazing everything. Should I even pray about this? I pray. I pray. I’ll continue to pray…catholic or not.

Pray.

Hope.

Dream.

Do you see me? Can you see me?

There are mirrors….then there are broken ones. Why are they broken? What is it you don’t accept?

There are rivers…then there are oceans. Who cried?

There are close friends……then there are friends. Who moved?

You did.

No, I did.

No, you did.

No,…