Me, Myself, and I

Hi! I’m Cristta. A 30-year-old soul is trapped inside this 18-year-old body of a lady who claims that she’s in her 20ish. They call it “an old soul, but kid at heart.”

I have a tendency to be a bipolar. And this blog is the product of my “highs” and “lows.” But my thoughts can be so crazy sometimes. This blog is used to be called “The Thoughts of a Geek in the Pink” but now it’s “My Colorless Green Ideas sleep furiously. My thoughts have ADHD.” If you know Noam Chomsky, Carl Jung, and William James, we can be friends.

I talk so much in paper (plus blogs, twitter, and FB), but you have to pull the right string when you talk to me in person. I don’t wear my heart on my sleeves easily — only to those who can take the sight of it breaking and putting itself together again.

I love pen and paper. Plus, notebooks and journals. I’ve been writing since time immemorial. I can write until 4am. Actually, I realize I can write a book in one sitting, if I’m “high” with ideas. My thoughts race faster than my fingers.

I love music (of different genres, depends if they give me eargasm), the smell of old books and just-cut grass, the sight of blank pages of notebooks (I usually write starting from the back), doodling when I’m angry and confused, taking photos of happy moments, nice sceneries, and people laughing.

If you like reading this blog and you can take that I’m weird, well, then, you’re weird, too. It’s nice meeting you, friends!

Here’s a poem, I’d like to share with you, if I may:

 

I am me.
In all the world, there is no one exactly like me.
There are persons who have some parts like me,
but no one adds up exactly like me.

Therefore, everything that comes out of me
is authentically mine because I alone choose it.

I own everything about me
my body including everything it does;
my mind including all its thoughts and ideas;
my eyes including the images all they behold;
my feelings whatever they may be …
anger, joy, frustration, love, disappointment, excitement

my mouth and all the words that come out it
polite, sweet or rough,
correct or incorrect;
my voice loud or soft.
And all my actions, whether they be to others or to myself.

I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears.
I own all my triumphs and successes,
all my failures and mistakes.
Because I own all of me I can become intimately acquainted with me.
By doing so I can love me and be friendly with me in all parts.
I can then make it possible for all of me to work in my best interests.

I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me,
and other aspects that I do not know.
But as long as I am friendly and loving to myself,
I can courageously and hopefully, look for solutions to the puzzles
and for ways to find out more about me.

However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think
and feel at a given moment in time is me.
This is authentic and represents where I am in that moment in time.
When I review later how I looked and sounded, what I said and did, and how I
thought and felt, some parts may turn out to be unfitting.
I can discard that which is unfitting, and keep that which proved fitting,
And invent something new for that which I discarded.

I can see, hear, feel, think, say and do.
I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive,
and to make sense and order out of the world of people
and things outside of me.
I own me, and therefore I can engineer me.

I am me and I am ok.

-Virginia Satir

 

THIS IS ME AND MY RANDOM THOUGHTS:

I AM Cristta Igloria:

the lunatic…
crazy
extreme
unpredictable

the lover…
GOD
family
friends

and the poet…
arts
language
literature

<3

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