Elektra Pavlicek
If only I knew
Everything has come to me exactly when I need it, for some strange reason I learn things at the right point in my life. I just got done reading the book The Painted Bird by Jerzy Kosinski it is the wildest vulgar book I have read so far. The Painted Bird gave me a detailed picture of how barbaric people can be. It opened my eyes to be more appreciative that I never had to go through times where life was easily thrown away and bodies were tortured without any mercy or regret by those who did it. I have always been interested how some people are filled with love and compassion and others are filled with hate, destructiveness and violence. Here is an example of hate, destructiveness, and violence from The Painted Bird, a man had been suspicious of his wife and a young boy fancying each other. His wife would show the young boy her bosom at any chance she had or hike her skirt up to show her legs. At dinner the man got very drunk saw one of the passes his wife was giving the young boy, the man took the young boy one handed by the neck and held him against the wall the man took a knife and cut out one of his eye balls, the young boy went into a panic seeing one of his eyes rolling on the floor. Then the man took out the second eye ball and let that one fall to the floor. The man let the young boy go, the young boy ran out in hysteria. The man squashed the eye balls with his boots and sat down like nothing had happened. This book truly has taken me into a different world, a world that I am so thankful I never had to be in.
Jerzy Kosinski
Jery Kosinski is probably someone I would have liked to meet because he is mysteriously smart, crazy, and harmless. There is something very intriguing about his mind. In the Los Angeles Times, Sunday May 12, 1996, a book review was done on Jerzy Kosinski biography written by James Park Sloan. The review said that Jerzy Kosinski was a compulsive liar, a trickster, and he was never able to sustain long term friendships. It was said that he would change his self all the time, and every self he created became more beautiful. Once he became famous for his novels his audience started to question whether or not these stories were true. It was also later found out that he had lots of editorial assistance and that’s why the style of each book was so different. Kosinski commited suicide in 1991 at age 58
Harmonie Tes Baber
Harmonie Tes Baber is my daughter Harmonie is my middle name Tes is her dads tag name (tag name is a name that you tag in graffiti art work) Baber is her dads last name she was born November 11, 2003. I was 18 years old when I had her. Of course my parents went hysterical when I told them I was pregnant. My dad wouldn’t talk to me for like two months. My mom would switch on me one minute she was ok with it the next minute she would put me down by bringing up times in my life that were not so pleasant. They wanted me to get an abortion and were willing to pay for it, but I was determined to have this baby. Something told me to have this baby, I didn’t care if I had to raise this baby on my own, I knew I could do it.
My daughter is definitely my TRUE love it is true because it is love without any physical attraction (sex), which to me is the purest love that there is. When I first had her I did not love her automatically. I felt guilty that I did not love her or even like her. I feel that there is pressure on mothers to have this unconditional love for their children right away. Maybe some women really do feel love at first sight, or maybe they are not being honest with themselves. I was honest with myself and my feelings toward my daughter I even talked to other mothers about how I felt and most mothers including my mother had felt the same way. These symptoms are labeled as postpartum depression which is when a person is depressed after a major event such as a death or child birth. I think most parents go through this including the fathers. I just think that everyone has there own way of dealing with the situation. I gradually started to love my daughter, my love for her never stops growing, and it gets stronger and stronger everyday.
My daughter is everything I imagined and more she is charismatic has social skills way beyond mine, her fine motor skills are amazing for a 2 ½ year old. She can string beads on embroidery floss most five years cant do that. She is fun to be around there is never a boring moment with her. When we go to festivals she dances and gets others to dance with her. We will go to first Friday of the month at the DIA and they will have music there. Harmonie of course started dancing, dancing with other people, playing with other children and adults. She was all over the place, everyone watching her; she has a way that captures everyone’s attention. After the music was over some lady asked if she could take a picture of her, and said she would be famous someday. She is beautiful in everyway she brings joy to everyone she meets. She has also opened my eyes to another world she has challenged me in so many ways.
Because of my daughter and a lot of self exploring I have come to understand my mother a lot more. My mother and I never had a very good relationship. We could never talk to each other in a civilized way. I was always moving out of my parent’s house because being around her was very unhealthy environment for me. She would act in these patterns and put me down and actually be mean to me. She would say things like I don’t like you, or why don’t you love me. She would make me feel like I was the one for our relationship not healthy. She would confuse me so much I felt like I was going crazy.
When I was about 4 years old my sister Julia was born. She was born totally healthy. When she was about ten months old she caught viral encephalitis. She was left with serious brain damage. She cant see never developed her communication skill, she can walk but it hurts because her arch on her feet is inverted, she has behavior issues, and she will have seizures for the rest of her life. Julia had herpes simplex 1 on her tongue, which turned into viral encephalitis. My mom had herpes simplex 1 on her lip, and my mother had kissed my sister Julia, of course not knowing the effects it might have. I didn’t find this out till recently that my mother could have spread the virus to my little sister. That made me look at mother very differently, I have a new respect for her. Just by having a daughter and knowing the feeling of attachment towards my daughter, I would have been devastated if my daughter caught a virus and I could be to blame for it. I don’t know what I would have done; just thinking about it breaks my heart. In any case I no realize my mom did and does the best that she can.
Crazy
I remember when I remember I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions had an echo In so much space Mmm? And when you?re out there Without care Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn?t because I didn?t know enough I just knew too much Mmm? Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy Probably (OR "possibly" - depending on what version you have) An I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice That?s my only advice Mmm? Come on now Who do you Who do you Who do you Who do you think you are Ha ha ha Bless your soul You really think you?re in control Well I think you?re crazy I think you?re crazy I think you?re crazy Just like me My heros had the heart To build the life I want to live An all I remember Is thinking I wanna be like them Mmm? Ever since I was little Ever since I was little it looked like fun It was no coincidence I?ve come An I can die when I?m done But maybe I?m crazy But maybe you?re crazy Maybe we?re crazy ProbablyAaah?ooooh?
When I first heard that song Crazy, by Gnarles Barkley it made me smile. I really liked the video because it was very artistically done, it contained Rorschach inkblot test which would go in and out of different pictures of Cee-Lo Green (the singer of the song) and had different insects appear. It was crazy when I heard this song because I heard it exactly when I needed it. Exactly when I found out that it wasn’t just me who is crazy (and I am really not crazy comparatively) everyone is crazy. Everyone in this world has their own little crazy world. I have just recently accepted everyone and there own crazy ways. Things that used to bother me like my baby’s daddy’s compulsive lying I just play along, or when my mom is on one of her nutty rampages I just leave her alone and never get annoyed or angry if she says something to irritate me. This realization has definitely created balance within me, because before I felt like I would be sucked in with everyone else’s issues.
Psychology- scientific study of behavior and mental processes
William James was the first U.S. professor of psychology. He was associated with functionalism, which is a psychological perspective that is concerned with how behavior helps an organism adapt to its environment. He also brought U.S. college student the ability to perform psychological experiments.
My major is psychology, it is truly my passion. I have always been a great observer, and have good sense intuition. I have been to a psychologist and a few psychiatrists. I never really liked the psychiatrist because most of them are drug happy. One of my psychiatrists was a real quack she prescribe me a drug called Welbutrin. She kept saying how it was going to be like the street drug E (ecstasy). Of course at the time I am thinking sweet I can get high and it’s legal. That drug was the worse thing that ever happened to me. After two more psychiatrists that didn’t help I said screw the drug sampling because it was truly making me lose my mind. On the other hand I love self help with out the drugs. My psychologist has helped me give a different perspective of myself. I have learned so much from both the psychologists and psychiatrists experiences, mainly through their questions and my own observations.
To remind myself of my third person awareness or to help balance my thoughts I like to read Everyday Zen Love and Work, by Charlotte Joko Beck. Charlotte Joko Beck takes what you already know but makes sense with it in words. The way she writes and expresses her thoughts is very well thought out, and beautifully written.
Zen-originated in China in the 12th centur, it is a major school of Buddhism that focuses on enlightenment through meditation and insight
I heard that relationships are said to be the best mirror of your self. It is true, I have learned so much about me through relationships, relationships is a discovery of self. I want to share a passage about relationships.
Let’s take a quarrel at breakfast. At lunchtime we’re telling everybody about it, getting comfort, sympathy, agreement-and already we’re in our heads. “When I see him tonight we’ll really have to discuss it; we’ll have to really get at this matter.” So there’s the future-what we’re going to do about the upset.
But what’s really here? What’s really now? As we sit having our lunch, where is that breakfast quarrel? Where is it? “The mind of the past is ungraspable.” Where is it? The dinner, when we’re going to really fix it up (to our satisfaction, of course), Where is it?
“The mind of the future is ungraspable.” It doesn’t exist.
What does exist? What’s real? There is just my upset right now, at lunch. My story describing what happened at breakfast is not what happened. It’s my story. What is real is the headache, the fluttering in my tummy. And my chattering is manifestation of that physical energy outside of the physical experience, there is nothing else that’s real. And I don’t know if that’s real, but that’s all we can say about it.
Everyday Zen Love and Work, by Charlotte Joko Beck (pg 83-84)
This made everything very clear about the confusion I have in my relationships, because really know one can remember what really happened in the past and know one can predict what will happen in the future. Everyone has there own perception of what happened. No one can tell me that my story is wrong and I can’t tell anyone that there story is wrong, so there is no point of trying to dwell on a event that may or may not have happened. I have to read from her book everyday just as a reminder because it is so easy to get caught up in thoughts.
If only I knew
Everything has come to me exactly when I need it, for some strange reason I learn things at the right point in my life. I just got done reading the book The Painted Bird by Jerzy Kosinski it is the wildest vulgar book I have read so far. The Painted Bird gave me a detailed picture of how barbaric people can be. It opened my eyes to be more appreciative that I never had to go through times where life was easily thrown away and bodies were tortured without any mercy or regret by those who did it. I have always been interested how some people are filled with love and compassion and others are filled with hate, destructiveness and violence. Here is an example of hate, destructiveness, and violence from The Painted Bird, a man had been suspicious of his wife and a young boy fancying each other. His wife would show the young boy her bosom at any chance she had or hike her skirt up to show her legs. At dinner the man got very drunk saw one of the passes his wife was giving the young boy, the man took the young boy one handed by the neck and held him against the wall the man took a knife and cut out one of his eye balls, the young boy went into a panic seeing one of his eyes rolling on the floor. Then the man took out the second eye ball and let that one fall to the floor. The man let the young boy go, the young boy ran out in hysteria. The man squashed the eye balls with his boots and sat down like nothing had happened. This book truly has taken me into a different world, a world that I am so thankful I never had to be in.
Jerzy Kosinski
Jery Kosinski is probably someone I would have liked to meet because he is mysteriously smart, crazy, and harmless. There is something very intriguing about his mind. In the Los Angeles Times, Sunday May 12, 1996, a book review was done on Jerzy Kosinski biography written by James Park Sloan. The review said that Jerzy Kosinski was a compulsive liar, a trickster, and he was never able to sustain long term friendships. It was said that he would change his self all the time, and every self he created became more beautiful. Once he became famous for his novels his audience started to question whether or not these stories were true. It was also later found out that he had lots of editorial assistance and that’s why the style of each book was so different. Kosinski commited suicide in 1991 at age 58
Harmonie Tes Baber
Harmonie Tes Baber is my daughter Harmonie is my middle name Tes is her dads tag name (tag name is a name that you tag in graffiti art work) Baber is her dads last name she was born November 11, 2003. I was 18 years old when I had her. Of course my parents went hysterical when I told them I was pregnant. My dad wouldn’t talk to me for like two months. My mom would switch on me one minute she was ok with it the next minute she would put me down by bringing up times in my life that were not so pleasant. They wanted me to get an abortion and were willing to pay for it, but I was determined to have this baby. Something told me to have this baby, I didn’t care if I had to raise this baby on my own, I knew I could do it.
My daughter is definitely my TRUE love it is true because it is love without any physical attraction (sex), which to me is the purest love that there is. When I first had her I did not love her automatically. I felt guilty that I did not love her or even like her. I feel that there is pressure on mothers to have this unconditional love for their children right away. Maybe some women really do feel love at first sight, or maybe they are not being honest with themselves. I was honest with myself and my feelings toward my daughter I even talked to other mothers about how I felt and most mothers including my mother had felt the same way. These symptoms are labeled as postpartum depression which is when a person is depressed after a major event such as a death or child birth. I think most parents go through this including the fathers. I just think that everyone has there own way of dealing with the situation. I gradually started to love my daughter, my love for her never stops growing, and it gets stronger and stronger everyday.
My daughter is everything I imagined and more she is charismatic has social skills way beyond mine, her fine motor skills are amazing for a 2 ½ year old. She can string beads on embroidery floss most five years cant do that. She is fun to be around there is never a boring moment with her. When we go to festivals she dances and gets others to dance with her. We will go to first Friday of the month at the DIA and they will have music there. Harmonie of course started dancing, dancing with other people, playing with other children and adults. She was all over the place, everyone watching her; she has a way that captures everyone’s attention. After the music was over some lady asked if she could take a picture of her, and said she would be famous someday. She is beautiful in everyway she brings joy to everyone she meets. She has also opened my eyes to another world she has challenged me in so many ways.
Because of my daughter and a lot of self exploring I have come to understand my mother a lot more. My mother and I never had a very good relationship. We could never talk to each other in a civilized way. I was always moving out of my parent’s house because being around her was very unhealthy environment for me. She would act in these patterns and put me down and actually be mean to me. She would say things like I don’t like you, or why don’t you love me. She would make me feel like I was the one for our relationship not healthy. She would confuse me so much I felt like I was going crazy.
When I was about 4 years old my sister Julia was born. She was born totally healthy. When she was about ten months old she caught viral encephalitis. She was left with serious brain damage. She cant see never developed her communication skill, she can walk but it hurts because her arch on her feet is inverted, she has behavior issues, and she will have seizures for the rest of her life. Julia had herpes simplex 1 on her tongue, which turned into viral encephalitis. My mom had herpes simplex 1 on her lip, and my mother had kissed my sister Julia, of course not knowing the effects it might have. I didn’t find this out till recently that my mother could have spread the virus to my little sister. That made me look at mother very differently, I have a new respect for her. Just by having a daughter and knowing the feeling of attachment towards my daughter, I would have been devastated if my daughter caught a virus and I could be to blame for it. I don’t know what I would have done; just thinking about it breaks my heart. In any case I no realize my mom did and does the best that she can.
Crazy
I remember when I remember I remember when I lost my mind There was something so pleasant about that place Even your emotions had an echo In so much space Mmm? And when you?re out there Without care Yeah, I was out of touch But it wasn?t because I didn?t know enough I just knew too much Mmm? Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy Does that make me crazy Probably (OR "possibly" - depending on what version you have) An I hope that you are having the time of your life But think twice That?s my only advice Mmm? Come on now Who do you Who do you Who do you Who do you think you are Ha ha ha Bless your soul You really think you?re in control Well I think you?re crazy I think you?re crazy I think you?re crazy Just like me My heros had the heart To build the life I want to live An all I remember Is thinking I wanna be like them Mmm? Ever since I was little Ever since I was little it looked like fun It was no coincidence I?ve come An I can die when I?m done But maybe I?m crazy But maybe you?re crazy Maybe we?re crazy ProbablyAaah?ooooh?
When I first heard that song Crazy, by Gnarles Barkley it made me smile. I really liked the video because it was very artistically done, it contained Rorschach inkblot test which would go in and out of different pictures of Cee-Lo Green (the singer of the song) and had different insects appear. It was crazy when I heard this song because I heard it exactly when I needed it. Exactly when I found out that it wasn’t just me who is crazy (and I am really not crazy comparatively) everyone is crazy. Everyone in this world has their own little crazy world. I have just recently accepted everyone and there own crazy ways. Things that used to bother me like my baby’s daddy’s compulsive lying I just play along, or when my mom is on one of her nutty rampages I just leave her alone and never get annoyed or angry if she says something to irritate me. This realization has definitely created balance within me, because before I felt like I would be sucked in with everyone else’s issues.
Psychology- scientific study of behavior and mental processes
William James was the first U.S. professor of psychology. He was associated with functionalism, which is a psychological perspective that is concerned with how behavior helps an organism adapt to its environment. He also brought U.S. college student the ability to perform psychological experiments.
My major is psychology, it is truly my passion. I have always been a great observer, and have good sense intuition. I have been to a psychologist and a few psychiatrists. I never really liked the psychiatrist because most of them are drug happy. One of my psychiatrists was a real quack she prescribe me a drug called Welbutrin. She kept saying how it was going to be like the street drug E (ecstasy). Of course at the time I am thinking sweet I can get high and it’s legal. That drug was the worse thing that ever happened to me. After two more psychiatrists that didn’t help I said screw the drug sampling because it was truly making me lose my mind. On the other hand I love self help with out the drugs. My psychologist has helped me give a different perspective of myself. I have learned so much from both the psychologists and psychiatrists experiences, mainly through their questions and my own observations.
To remind myself of my third person awareness or to help balance my thoughts I like to read Everyday Zen Love and Work, by Charlotte Joko Beck. Charlotte Joko Beck takes what you already know but makes sense with it in words. The way she writes and expresses her thoughts is very well thought out, and beautifully written.
Zen-originated in China in the 12th centur, it is a major school of Buddhism that focuses on enlightenment through meditation and insight
I heard that relationships are said to be the best mirror of your self. It is true, I have learned so much about me through relationships, relationships is a discovery of self. I want to share a passage about relationships.
Let’s take a quarrel at breakfast. At lunchtime we’re telling everybody about it, getting comfort, sympathy, agreement-and already we’re in our heads. “When I see him tonight we’ll really have to discuss it; we’ll have to really get at this matter.” So there’s the future-what we’re going to do about the upset.
But what’s really here? What’s really now? As we sit having our lunch, where is that breakfast quarrel? Where is it? “The mind of the past is ungraspable.” Where is it? The dinner, when we’re going to really fix it up (to our satisfaction, of course), Where is it?
“The mind of the future is ungraspable.” It doesn’t exist.
What does exist? What’s real? There is just my upset right now, at lunch. My story describing what happened at breakfast is not what happened. It’s my story. What is real is the headache, the fluttering in my tummy. And my chattering is manifestation of that physical energy outside of the physical experience, there is nothing else that’s real. And I don’t know if that’s real, but that’s all we can say about it.
Everyday Zen Love and Work, by Charlotte Joko Beck (pg 83-84)
This made everything very clear about the confusion I have in my relationships, because really know one can remember what really happened in the past and know one can predict what will happen in the future. Everyone has there own perception of what happened. No one can tell me that my story is wrong and I can’t tell anyone that there story is wrong, so there is no point of trying to dwell on a event that may or may not have happened. I have to read from her book everyday just as a reminder because it is so easy to get caught up in thoughts.
