was giving a presentation.
I was both nervous and excited anticipating my turn. I don’t think I have ever felt my heart beat so fast and so hard while standing in one place.Comments
Being, Artist, & Health Educator
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One of my greatest pet peeves is people who couldn’t care less about what they are doing and how they can best serve those who need them. People who obviously are unhappy with what they are doing but can’t care enough to make what they’re doing the best possible experience for themselves, or get out.
Whenever I meet someone whose lack of compassionate presence allows themselves to be rude to people who need them without a second thought, I feel the universe’s karmic energy manifest within myself. I never intentionally mean to hurt someone or make anyone’s day any worse than it already is, but I do bear witness to the fact that karma actually exists. My seemingly vengeful actions for the most part are unintentional, but I am fully aware that the universe uses me as a vessel to deliver what people bring to themselves.
Good or bad, people get what they deserve.Comments
I’ve been reading a non-fiction memoir called “Confessions of a Sociopath” written by a law professor by the pen name M.E. Thomas. I must admit I purchased the book out of curiosity to see if the writer and I had anything in common. I can’t say for sure that I am a sociopath of the same range on her (the author’s) spectrum of sociopathy, but I could relate to several of her descriptions of experiences that warranted a psychotherapist to diagnose her with sociopathy.
She is a highly functional contributing member of society.
Here are some of the descriptions that I found interestingly relatable:
Alas, I am still discovering who I am everyday. Perhaps we all are very unique in the way that we are human beings. Even though I relate to many of her experiences, I am not quite a sociopath.
I have often self-identified as an “artist” which encompasses all of my behaviors without questioning whether or not the label is an accurate representation of me, but “artist” isn’t an official psycho-diagnosis or a personality trait used to determine diagnoses of behavioral patterns. Certainly, being an artist hasn’t been a problem, but knowing I am different from most people around me prompts me to continue discovering who I am.
Neither surprised nor disappointed that I am a sociopath, or at least one that is exactly like M.E. Thomas. If I had to be one, I’d be a happy butterfly version of it basking in the sun.Comments