29 December 2009

And I Bet You Never Would Have Guessed Paranoia Was Narcissism as an Undercover Agent

As I’ve previously written about, paranoia is something that afflicts me daily and I began to wonder about the complexity of the issue. Although paranoia is a serious matter, one of self-consciousness, isn’t it also possibly one of conceit or narcissism? Think about it, paranoia consists of the individual frequently having thoughts that people are occupied with discussing them and talking about them as they enter and move about the room. (At least that’s the kind of paranoia that plagues me) While the thoughts and words these people may be having are negative in nature the fact remains that people are talking about the said individual. Now isn’t that a little be narcissistic of the individual to think that people actually have time to sit around and talk about the clothes they have on or the spot on their teeth (disregard the fact that people actually do do this quite frequently)? The answer is yes regardless as to how much of a disease and matter of poor self-image paranoia may result from. Which bring me to the ultimate point, that makes me secretly narcissistic and I don’t like the thought of that at all because I’m honestly not that concerned with myself and only myself. I absolutely love caring for other people and this worries me. I don’t want anyone thinking I’m narcissistic and the funny thing is that by writing this I’m being paranoid about being narcissistic which proves my point double. –sigh- why is shit so complicated? 





&& I’m out.
- - lexy. 

28 December 2009

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If your house was on fire and you could only grab three things, what would they be?

my computer.
my camera.
my iPod.

What was the happiest moment in your life?

when I graduated from high school.
I hated my high school.

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27 December 2009

How the Time Flies

I’ve been absent for over a month with no good reason except that I’d been absent from my life all together over the last month of school right up until break. Only things I honestly had time for was being a robot that went to class, endured, went to work, and came home to do daily chores and tasks. It’s not really something I’m glad I let happen because you should never leave your life but I have a tendency of doing. At any rate I’m just glad I finished semester one and that I have time to write again. I’m really glad. I didn’t mean to neglect my writing it just took a backseat as it always does but shouldn’t. I ain’t making any promises but I’m going to try to stay in action with better time management and what not. =] 
&& I'm out
-- Lexy.