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A collection of links I will be using, not including our very own INTPf
http://www.schizoids.info/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder
He felt Nothing.
It may have been an emptiness or a void, but succinctly, it was Nothing.
He did not feel the Cold and he did not feel the Warmth:
The Definition of a Schizoid:
And this was "Ok."
He did not feel the Highs and the Lows.
On a scale, of perhaps -3 to +3, he would not even claim that he sat at Zero.
His reading would have been N/A:
At first, he could not muster "Happiness" nor "Rage."
Then,
He indulged dangerously within and of HimSelf.
Was this Introspection? He was sure some would misidentify it as Narcissism.
,but Inside, It Was Beautiful:
I fought against the Broken:
Many of His compatriots, or even some similar of his Kind, argued there was nothing wrong with not having emotion. It was not as if He viewed Himself as Incomplete or Broken, he simply wanted to Understand and to Comprehend.
No.
He was desperate to feel.
Would he need metamorphosis or a catharsis.
He filled TheVoid with all the anger and thoughts and pettiness and colors he could muster, but it simply swallowed it all.
This Void, This Endless Chasm, This Abyss.
An Asylum...
It was not a well of which he could simply climb out, for a rocket to the moon would not have been enough distance nor energy.
...
...
...
He tried RippingItToShreds. He tried OverFlowingIt.
But of course, how can you escape what is within You?
What Is You?
It became claustrophobic. Inside his own Space.
I cracked open his sternum. I searched inside myself. Meat and Flesh and Bones.
I raided my unconscious.
It greeted Me wholly. It Swallowed Me.
I was underneath the Ocean of the Deep.
It Choked Me. I Drowned again, and again.
To let it Take Me? Or to master it?
The former, was arguably insane, to devolve.
...
a light
and a candle
it wouldn't stop burning.
I emerged, pour whatever gravy you will, an ascension. Even though I ascended out of the water, this was no image of a baptism. It was not a mere supernovae. A star had not died...
it was born.
TimeAsylum No Longer.
I AM EXCELSIOR.
http://www.schizoids.info/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder
Schizoid personality disorder (SPD) is a personality disorder characterized by a lack of interest in social relationships, a tendency towards a solitary lifestyle, secretiveness, emotional coldness, and apathy. Affected individuals may simultaneously demonstrate a rich, elaborate and exclusively internal fantasy world.[1]
SPD is not the same as schizophrenia, although they share such similar characteristics as detachment and blunted affect.
He felt Nothing.
It may have been an emptiness or a void, but succinctly, it was Nothing.
He did not feel the Cold and he did not feel the Warmth:
<TimeAsylums SNEERED.> "I am not BROKEN." I refuse to believe this. It is not because I do not desire to admit to being broken, but because I DO NOT WANT to be broken.http://www.schizoids.info/betweenlackofemotion.html
High-level schizoids display a true lack of emotion.
They do not express emotion because they cannot feel that emotion.
In fact, they exhibit apathy
wherever the person falls on the schizoid scale, he/she will never be able to experience a full,
free and happy emotional life.
The Definition of a Schizoid:
http://www.schizoids.info/definition.html
He still refused to believe he was a BROKEN. There was nothing wrong. There was NOTHING wrong WITH HIM.
deep inside, a <shudder>.
TimeAsylums: "oh...timeASYLUMS"Schizoids are people who harbour two prisons within themselves :
One which pulls them away from their relatives / And another which pulls them away from their own feelings.
He still refused to believe he was a BROKEN. There was nothing wrong. There was NOTHING wrong WITH HIM.
deep inside, a <shudder>.
And this was "Ok."
He did not feel the Highs and the Lows.
On a scale, of perhaps -3 to +3, he would not even claim that he sat at Zero.
His reading would have been N/A:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder
...when one is not enriched by injections of interpersonal reality, the self-image becomes increasingly empty and volatilized, which leads the individual to feel unreal.
At first, he could not muster "Happiness" nor "Rage."
Then,
He indulged dangerously within and of HimSelf.
Was this Introspection? He was sure some would misidentify it as Narcissism.
,but Inside, It Was Beautiful:
In truth, and in retrospect, the signs were painfully obvious
That which no one else could see, it was beautiful.http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder
"By the very meaning of the term, the schizoid is described as cut off from the world of outer reality in an emotional sense. All this libidinal desire and striving is directed inward toward internal objects and he lives an intense inner life often revealed in an astonishing wealth and richness of fantasy and imaginative life whenever that becomes accessible to observation. Though mostly his varied fantasy life is carried on in secret, hidden away." The schizoid person is so cut off from outer reality as to experience it as dangerous. It is a natural human response to turn away from sources of danger and toward sources of safety. The schizoid individual, therefore, is primarily concerned with avoiding danger and ensuring safety
http://www.schizoids.info/personality_and_disorder.html
To compensate, he develops a rich inner life - productive and sometimes creative
Even a Similar Had Spoken:
Nearly every interaction doesn't involve the individual, but the empty shells that they create as a means to explore what they actually believe. The finest quality decoys imaginablehttp://www.schizoids.info/mask.html
In classic Greek the word, “prosopon”, was used to describe both the person and the mask he wore.
The same actor appears on stage wearing different masks at different times,
and each mask corresponds with different roles.
The word, “personality”, also arises from the Greek word “prosopon”.
Similarly, in real life, we all display different masks which correspond to the various roles in our lives,
e.g. the mask of the husband, the father, the employee, etc..
SCHIZOID MASK
THE OTHER MASK
The other mask is usually present in medium-low schizoids.
When the schizoid does not feel under pressure from his social environment
he is able to display the hidden part of his personality, the other mask.
I fought against the Broken:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Schizoid_personality_disorder
Some psychologists argue that the definition of SPD is flawed due to cultural bias: "One reason schizoid people are pathologized is because they are comparatively rare. People in majorities tend to assume that their own psychology is normative and to equate difference with inferiority". Therefore "[t]he so-called schizoid personality disorder is one of the more blatant examples of the APA’s pathologizing of normal human differences."
Many of His compatriots, or even some similar of his Kind, argued there was nothing wrong with not having emotion. It was not as if He viewed Himself as Incomplete or Broken, he simply wanted to Understand and to Comprehend.
No.
He was desperate to feel.
Would he need metamorphosis or a catharsis.
He filled TheVoid with all the anger and thoughts and pettiness and colors he could muster, but it simply swallowed it all.
This Void, This Endless Chasm, This Abyss.
An Asylum...
It was not a well of which he could simply climb out, for a rocket to the moon would not have been enough distance nor energy.
...
...
...
He tried RippingItToShreds. He tried OverFlowingIt.
But of course, how can you escape what is within You?
What Is You?
It became claustrophobic. Inside his own Space.
I cracked open his sternum. I searched inside myself. Meat and Flesh and Bones.
I raided my unconscious.
It greeted Me wholly. It Swallowed Me.
I was underneath the Ocean of the Deep.
It Choked Me. I Drowned again, and again.
To let it Take Me? Or to master it?
The former, was arguably insane, to devolve.
...
a light
and a candle
it wouldn't stop burning.
I emerged, pour whatever gravy you will, an ascension. Even though I ascended out of the water, this was no image of a baptism. It was not a mere supernovae. A star had not died...
it was born.
TimeAsylum No Longer.
I AM EXCELSIOR.