#Self-Analysis

  • |

    How can I be in love with my own imagination?

    A very long awaited touch from- yeah, this is not what I wanted to say.

    I feel like I’m floating, like I’m in love, but with a stranger that I know very well. The soulmate in my head, the stranger. He has no face. And the love that I feel for him is like a breath that you take when you have been not able to breathe. I opened.. I feel like this breath opens me up to encompass the world within. Very light. I feel light and bright and high. Innocence and purity, optimism and faith mixed up together.

    I felt this just now in an orgasm. And the type of stuff I’ve been watching the last couple of days is what I yearn and long for: couples in love. And I psychologically observe him more than her and how they- he communicates with the object of his love.
    The object of his love. Object, objectification and projection.
    Thinking also about that stuff.

    I just wanted to say that: How come?
    I had that orgasm.
    I said, I felt: how much I’m in love with you.
    I was directing this feeling and question, this thought that is encompassing the whole world to my, my person, to my man; but I was directing it to the inner insides of my head. That’s where he is and always has been. And I’m and how can I be so in love, How can that breath be So liberating when nothing in life does that?
    (laugh)

    It’s kind of enough for me. That’s why I feel this gratitude. Well, at least that.
    I know that the feeling exists because I seem to generate it on my own, and project it into this male character, that I want to find, that I’m building.

    How can I be so in love?
    Oh, at the end of the day I’m in love with my own self, but this is not where I wanted to go; that’s way too deep. And I want to disclude my own solves and project into this male character. Trying to find him outside in the world, and projecting, assuming that I’m gonna find it.

    To revisit a few weeks ago, months ago, maybe now, when I declare to myself that I have to stop minimising my chances at relationships because they are not my soulmate. I haven’t had opportunities since to meet anybody. But one thing did change, and it’s that I do not want to speak the word Soulmate, and connote all the baggage that comes behind it. I’ve been using it since I was little, maybe 13 years old. When ever, I heard that term firstI used it, and it’s very, it’s, it’s a very specific person. It’s a very specific scenario, a very specific story and play that I’ve been projecting throughout all of these years on the men, and learning how to not to, and then deciding to discard that character altogether and try to build anew, which is, I mean, I’m beyond accepting of that is the way it is. This is how I am programmed, that I want this, and I know what I want. So I just want to اجرد المعنى من كل الكلمات. I just simplified it into my person instead of my soulmate. My person. I did that on Tinder. I deleted all text on my profile and wrote “looking for my person”. To include people who are not my soulmate but are enough to be my person–

    I don’t wanna project on them my divine image of what I want. The reason why I don’t want to is because apparently that’s, uh, not how it works in this game and this matrix and it backfires. And you need all of your life to understand how to avoid the backfire. And it’s really hard. So what you do is you go within- I go within and I try to–

    That feeling that I had. I was watching people in love and, and the way that they are together and really projecting myself on them, just living through them, that’s what porn is for me. I find my favourites and have them on hand; lovely couples, amazing guys, one in particular. Makes me feel connected with this thing that I want, this character, this soul, this person through porn.

    So when I was coming, I had an amazing orgasm, which I’m grateful for. But not only that just pregnant with emotion. It was amazing, just kept on going and. I had feelings, my own feeling, just like an orgasm is a physical thing and I’m feeling it in my body physically, I am also experiencing an onset of deep emotion of, of the feeling of being in love with a specific being, a person that is in my head. And I said out loud “how can I feel so much love for you?”. I mean, how, how is it possible? You are not fucking real.
    And then I go off and try to find that feeling with, with men, you know! Fucking hell.

    I was watching something, trying to watch something about projection in a much more complicated, deeper sense that the dictionary definition. There were a couple of things that were interesting. One of them I had to write down, which is something Jung said. Apparently, you have to ask yourself is this your shadow or is it an archetype?
    That is actually an important lens, because then you have to treat it differently.

    If I wanna use this in today’s example, which is this man in my hand, who doesn’t even have a name. If I want to internalise it, then this is about me. I have this shadow of self that has been with me since childhood, growing with me, adapting with me. Sometimes I’m confronting it and hating it. Sometimes I am amazed how much I’m in love with it. This shadow self which is all of my drama with human beings, friends, then boys and relationships and marriage, fathers, women and everything all together. What I want from a relationship, how I was treated and my mechanism of self defences that I have been shadow-working on all this time.

    But the thing is I have reached a مطب years ago when I realised hence I decided to accept it , that it is not a- it is a ‘program’- the simplest way for me to say it. It’s not a shadow that I can suddenly change and start behaving completely differently with men and relationships, in other words lower my standard expectations just to be with anyone.
    that is not a possibility that’s gonna happen. It’s gonna be me alone or him with me. I don’t want something in the middle.

    So when I say program-
    My whole book and the characters over there, the soulmates, Adam and Eve, Lucifer.. Obviously Archetypes, archetypes لهدرجه. So It’s not just because I am an individual from this clan في هذا الزمكان, why she was like this or her personality like that, her shadows, why she was like that in relationships, and why she died alone. Aw, fuck you. No, no, she didn’t die alone. She just disappeared into the unknown. Um, I don’t know.

    But, literally, he is an archetype that is outside of this world in a space ship, waiting for me. And he’s many things throughout history. He’s an archetype. Most definitely that became part of my shadow, but it’s not the shadow that connected me with some archetype in the universal library of meaning.

    Feelings, meanings, words. First you have the feeling, then you give it a meaning, and then you attribute it with words to communicate it either with yourself or others. So it’s like a breakdown lost in translation of the initial amazing, powerful thing which is the emotion, which just- I mean, you can generate emotion. But Emotion, it comes and when it comes, it’s like a lightning bolt, an explosion and an implosion at the same time of something you cannot stop.
    You cannot stop a panic attack. You know, that’s an extreme thing. You cannot stop hysteria, you cannot. That’s also an extreme.

  • #Honest: هذه ظاهرة. لكن لماذا؟

    On and off of dating sites.
    Dug deep under pillows of non-apologetic fate,
    always the optimist: I can breath.
    Never relying on the universe to “blow my mind”.
    Higher and higher standards,
    don’t want to meet any more men,
    go on dates.

    Logging journals from 2013, I read the development of my process to cope and evolve.
    All throughout the years since, I can see how I became who I am now.
    Step by step, clearly intended, I logged major psychological anchors and treated myself my self in therapy.

    I’m tired of therapy. I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of meeting. Meet me halfway.…

  • | |

    Silence

    For the Betterment of Me

    Sitting here thinking about my ego;
    so let’s think it through.

    Apparently, it is my Ego, of course.
    Or is it my Archetypes..

    One thought at a time;
    My Ego is vulnerable to the rejection.
    I feel hurt, confused, insulted,
    That instead of telling me we’ll be together,
    you wonder what would happen to me when you’re gone.

    And the Archetypes,
    starting with the great mother,
    who feels unnecessary,
    Aphrodite’s broken heart breaks some more.
    Eve, feels she has failed.
    Lilith, thinks there’s been sabotage.
    And Alial,
    who doesn’t know what to do,
    what wisdom lies here,
    and how to manifest my desire,
    she is lost but under a mercy of peace.

    The song theme for this chapter is Enjoy the Silence.
    Been listening to it for days.
    Texted it to you, H.
    Heard a new cover on speakers in mall while tying Julie’s laces.
    Now looking for other versions, for ones that speak to me.



    What wisdom lies here?

    My genuinely pure efforts to love you,
    to earn your love to love me back.
    All that is left in your head are the last harsh word.
    harmful, unnecessary words.
    I wanted to hurt him.
    I can move on this fast and faster.,
    Get lost in the great mechanism to go on,
    Lifeline of optimism,
    blind faith I will be loved by the one I love,
    for how I am,
    for how I love,
    for how he loves me.

    I let my ego behave for me,
    as a protest,
    for the love of me,
    for the honor of gods and truth.

    I’m not enjoying his silence.
    It speaks to me of how he does not need me.
    Won’t fight for me.
    I am always grateful that none of these Xs fought for me.
    I think of it often,
    how god forbid I would’ve been married to any of them.

    Deconstructing relationships past:

    From projecting my fantasies unto the poor bastard’s soul,
    and my ego reacting hysterically and far into suicidal extremities,,

    To completely unattaching myself in any way shape or form.
    What remains is the same.
    Rejection is sword through heart.

    I love him, and I want to fall in love with him.
    I choose to wait,
    Listen to the silence.

  • |

    Beautiful self – as fuck

    After collecting memories of myself, what I thought was my whole complete soul, is more like shards and pieces of different souls, coexisting together in one host, this host, with different aspects of personality depicting the uniqueness of the different souls cohabiting me, parts of other lives.

    Alfa, Beta and more and the ones who just visit and leave, the inspiration streams and the downloads I get.

    <Beautiful self will lavish, will level all feelings, all mind is forever.>

  • The Synthetic Authentic Self

    Synthetic Self is the product of #WorldParameters:

    • Culture
    • Tradition
    • Religion
    • Economy
    • Politics

     

    #SideEffects:

    Box/claustrophobia/Anti-Freedom

    anxiety
    Truth vs (Lies)
    Big brother/someone watching. God. Invisible observer.

     

    Authentic Self: Friction with Synthetic Self.
    #SideEffects:

    In between scenes I don’t go with flow. Embarrassing, lagging around. Wrong reactions. A confused jumble.…

  • Corners of the Mind

    batkhabba bi my little corner, bansa ino el 7aya hala2 la2lah was3a la2inha la2ila 7ilweh.
    baddalini atkhaba w ana 7atan mish 3arfeh walla 7asseh
    bas antabeh, ma bafham lesh inni nasia, mish 7aseh bil hal wasa3, wil 7aya el 7ilweh eli el mafrood 3ayeshtha hala2
    lesh mmish 3am bafrrid ijray w barta7…

  • |

    I Am Not Me | I’m the conclusion of others

    Photo1

    Why must I remind myself I am dreaming
    Why must I remind myself to relax
    Why am I on edge every single minute
    Why can’t I be me, like the rest of these idiots.
    Why am I unconfident
    restless
    nervous

    My mind runs on nothing
    Where has the enlightenment gone
    Where has the self-riotousness disappeared to
    Am I panicking because there is the other
    looking at me
    Expecting something from me
    Are they expecting me to be perfect
    or am I
    Are they expecting to see flawless beauty
    or am I
    Are they expecting to hear poetry and wisdom
    or am I
    Are they expecting to leave as a better person

  • | |

    Chapter: To Know Who I Am I must Learn to Be

    When the mind is pure
    Bliss flows like a shadow
    that never leaves.

    To do what I want
    I must first trust myself, completely – Laila.
    To trust myself,
    I must first stop fearing.
    To stop fearing
    I must understand the unknown.
    To understand the unknown,
    I must first believe.
    To believe,
    I must first surrender.
    to surrender,
    I must trust myself.
    to trust myself,
    I must stop thinking.
    To stop thinking,
    I must know the unknown;
    & to understand “God”,

    I must know who I am.
    to know who I am,
    I must learn to be.

  • #Journaling: My Life

    I can’t remember much of my childhood. I didn’t have playmates. I grew up playing by myself.

    I never was the top of my class in school. Never cared to be. Being an average student suited me cause I never believed that grades made you a better person. I am capable of being “better” to suit their ambitions of me. But what matters to me is that I know I can, but I just don’t want to. I never cared for what people thought of me. But at home, my father always reminded and threatened me by the idea of my cousin who always had scholarships and excellent grades, better hobbies and better relations with everyone in the family. My father thought he would provoke me that way and raise a challenge within myself to be better than my cousin. But that never happened. I never liked my cousin, will now. I have always been proud and tried to maintain my own individuality since I was a child. I have always told them and still do, that I won’t to be someone else. I am me.…