July 18, 2007

Define the following:

a.) melancholic b.) phlegmatic c.) choleric d.) sanguine

Which temperament describes you?

Make a collage and an essay about your chosen temperament.

Yet I experienced sometimes that the most sweet and tender, the most innocent and encouraging society may be found in any natural object, even for the poor misanthrope and most melancholy man. There can be no very black melancholy to him who lives in the midst of nature and has his senses still.

                                                                                                                Henry David Thoreau

 They will tell you that I am strange, even a little crazy…

                But I believe that all people are fucked up in their own unique way. It is the way they get to grips with their supposed insanity that varies.

                I do not get offended when people – those whom I love and just plain acquaintances, call me weird. It is a part of my personality. It’s what I am. I am attracted to the dark side of things. I love the color black. There’s something seductive and mysterious about it. Talking about mundane stuff is alright, but I prefer conversations which stem from random thoughts. I tend to delve deeper. When I see someone smiles or frowns, I just don’t see a facial expression. I wonder what made this person happy or pissed. Sometimes I would get too engrossed in mulling things over that I would be apt to ignore the people around me unintentionally. My mind tends to wander, for I have an infinite fascination with everything.

                I am not a perfectionist, but I can be quite passionate about the things I believe in. I can fall deeply in love, and I care a great deal about my family. I am kind and considerate to my loved ones, and I try to treat people who I barely know with the same kindness and consideration.

                I am not obsessed on our world’s tragedy, but I believe that we live in a cruel world. Tragic love stories do not make my heart bleed. I reckon I got over that emotion when the last of my molars was extracted. I do not like politics. It is as clear as mud. Our world is becoming more and more chaotic. I guess that is the reason why I read; so I can make an escape to my fictional world and leave the harsh realities of life.

                I am not an artist, but I am a connoisseur of art. I love going to art museums and watching Broadway musicals. Seeing the works of Van Gogh, Dali, Monet and Michelangelo fills me with a kind of bliss that I could not explain. I read classical literature when I have the luxury of time. I adore the books of Dumas, Tolstoy, and Plath. I admire the poetry of Poe, Rilke, and Akhmatova. I sometimes write poems and essays, for I am not a very vocal person. My pencil and scraps of paper are the usual witnesses to my rage, fear and grief.

                I am not so fond of summer. I love the cold weather. Autumn is my favorite season. I like it when leaves turn from green to orange-yellow and fall from the trees. Yes, leafless trees and gloomy skies sound forbidding and depressing, but the scenario gives me a sense of tranquility.

                Eccentric, bizarre, peculiar – these are just but a few words which sum up my equation. I have learned to live with my oddity, for it makes me different from the rest of you.