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Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crazy. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

What's Going On In That Head Of Yours?


Like I said in part 1, Ike Betina is an alter ego. Comprised of:
41% Super ego,
29% Id and
30% Ego.
How'd I come up with this?  A little self analysis.
Hopefully this sparks your own curiosity to learn more about yourselves. If you peep G, we're all pretty much the same with very small variations to differentiate eachother.
We're divided into 3 catagories:
1. Those that can openly admit when they're wrong or responsible for a situation going arwy.
2. Those that choose to hide behind denial in an attempt to be right (almost all the time) when knowing they're clearly wrong. These people are usually manipulators, and dishonest by nature. If you can't be true with yourself it's impossible to be true with others.
3. Those that are totally oblivious to everything. who and what they really are and what they and say or do. The ones to keep away from altogether.
On another note...
Your personality is composed of more than one component. I didn't say more than one personality or split personality.
According to Dr.Sigmund Freud, world renown pioneer of psychoanalysis, the personality has three components The Id, Ego and Superego.
The Id:
Holds the primal, instinctive parts of our personality like the instinct for life; also known as Eros. The energy created by the life instincts is called libido (sexuality (horniness), desire, love and procreation) and the instinct for death; also known as Thanatos (agression, possession, fear, anger, violence).
In order to organize a civilized society, certain behaviors are suppressed and governed; that doesn't take the instincts out of you or make them any less.
If a particularly sensitive situation presents itself it can bring forth an unfiltered effect to a cause.
Prime example: A random person reaches into your plate of food while you're eating. It would not take even a second to react in defense. That would be an id response.
The Id wants to be satisfied immediately and everytime. It's the "I want it now effect." Interested in pleasure, not in reality, obstacles, logic or consequences.
It's basically a spoiled rotten, bratty little devil sitting on your shoulder. Know anyone that's like this?
Hence when you do something impulsively stupid you're called an idiot.
A newborn baby's personality is predominantly id. It will cry as soon as it's hungry or uncomfortable without going through a thought process. The id is an impulsive and unconscious part of our psyche which responds directly to our instincts with no filter. As the baby matures it will develop an ego and super ego.
The Ego:
Is the decision making component of your personality. Applying logic and reason to determine what and how to constructively satisfy the id without causing a negative outcome.
The Superego:
Is the conditioned part of your personality that incorporates the morals and values of society. Learned from parents and other influences around us during upbringing; Freud claims this is between the ages 3 and 5.

The Superego is supposed to be what keeps us out of trouble by choosing to abide and behave in a way that is acceptable to society as well as the law. It's a your " you know better" mechanism.
It is also what persuades the ego to do what's moral and strive for excellence rather than just what's considered "realistic."
The Superego has two systems. The ideal self and the conscience. The ideal self, or the ego-ideal is how you see yourself as you ought to be. That finished product you see of yourself that you strive for, your aspirations, how you carry and see yourself as a member of society and lastly, how you treat people.
The conscience is sensitive to the thoughts and actions determining the standards of your ideal self.
If the Ego doesn't regulate and let the Id get away with things that should have been checked, the conscience will cause the superego to create guilt making the person feel guilty and/or regret.
My Id is strong. Primal instincts acute. In touch with my desires and goes for it. My ego is stronger. It allows my id to have fun right to the brink of danger without the risk of doing something idoitic and having embarrassing and terrible results. Still doing what I find reasonable. I'm a calculated risks taker.
My Superego gives me the picture of my ideal self. My conscience is pretty much free of guilt. Due to my expectations of others, I'm more defensive than offensive.
I am a firm believer that if you respect yourself you can recognize how to be respected. With that, you respect others with the expectation to be respected. Unfortunately, it doesn't always turn out that way and strong personalities simply cannot tolerate shifty people and wafflers.

Excerpts of sources of information came from:
http://www.simplypsychology.org/psyche.html

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

How To handle Living In A Cold World

As time passed, and I became more emotionally blemished from the wear and tear and battle scars from life experiences, I grew a fondness for my new name, I embraced it. Ike(s ) aren't born they're created by their environment through conditioning. It's more of a nurture versus nature thing. Like I said in a past post, I've always been here. I was just crude and not yet refined.

"Ice cold, baby"
You've got to drop the temperature in your temperament in order to adapt to this cold world.
Stay cool, calm collective and under control, at least 98.6% of the time (after all, you're human, 100% is for robots). Get out of your feelings and put them away because that'll get you or somebody hurt!
In the name of self preservation and peace of mind you're better off being objective rather than subjective.

You learn that you'll always keep learning, it's part of life. You learn that life IS a bitch and in order to survive you gotta keep your pimp hand cold and strong.

"The world is filled with pimps and hoes,
I'll just talk about those I know"
-The Notorious BIG
"The World is filled"; Life After Death: 
Bad Boy Records 1997

Do not confuse this with domestic or physical abuse or violence. I am against that. I believe that almost anything can be resolved through proper communication without resorting to violence.

BUT if a chick done lost her damn mind and raises her hand to a man (That is a man not deserving or guilty of anything inexplicably dumb enough to merit being slapped or punched for.) then... That's another story (I'll be writing about that later on down the line). What I'm speaking on is more of a mental state, a focus, a discipline.

You must develop a fine balance between patience and limit your tolerance. Being too lenient and nice is detrimental! It will have you coming off as soft and that will spoil everything.

Always remember, love may come and go but respect MUST come and stay, love can come and go. Never compromise your integrity as a man out of fear of losing (out). That kind of weakness get sensed by your adversary like animals smell fear.

Listen, if you know what's good for you, what makes you happy and better, then just lean back and be cooler than the air conditioners on the subway.

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Who The Hell Is Ike Betina?! Part.2


I get to work on Monday. I rushed to my cubicle already subconscious of the scratches, because "you know how that can get." I kept pinching my collar together to keep them from showing. I thought I could've kept them under wraps at least until they scab and not look so raw.

It just so happened that one of my boys at the job, a real funny guy caught a glimpse as I turned my head as he passed by. The first words out his mouth... "Damn Ike, is she OK?" I replied. "Dumb ass, I didn't touch her! He asked me what happened and I told him but he chose to put a spin on it regardless and ran with it because that made it funnier. Mind you, this is all coming from a crazy guy himself!

For weeks I had to endure him shooting past my cubicle with his mail cart whispering "Please Ike, don't beat Tina" or "chill Ike." Ha, ha, ha... Next thing I knew more of my homeys began casually calling me Ike as if I announced a name change or something. Getting pissed, I tried to do damage control. I kept barking, "my name's not Ike!" but that did nothing but fuel the funny fire while having a good ol' time at my expense. I even tried to act cool assuming it would fade but it didn't. Wiggling out of it or taking it personal wasn't going to help. When your boys hit you with a name usually you've been branded.

The constant "Ike, don't beat Tina" echoed in my head then a light bulb went on. I took the negative and made it to a positive and "Ike Betina" was born. Depending on who I was around, I'd pronounce it "buh-teena" instead of "bee-teena" to ward off any unwanted, negative connotations. Hey, everybody has skeleton filled closets themselves.
I am Ike Betina

Monday, January 11, 2016

Who The Hell Is Ike Betina?!


I call myself Isaac Betina, Ike for short. This is my intro, where my name came from, and what makes me tick. I've always been here, just didn't have a name yet, just an alter ego. That is, until a comedian at my old job gave me one.

It all started when I got these scratches around my neck that came from a disgruntled woman I was seeing. She was very petite, weighed about 106 lbs, around 5'8". At the time I was working out regularly so I was a solid 175.

I went to see her for a bit and thought to go out afterwards. It was a Friday night. I guess she had other plans for an exciting night out in the house. When it was time to leave it became a problem. I knew all the cliche reasons she wanted me to stay and not go out but I do what I want to do.  Of course she tried to lure me into an argument but I wouldn't bite, that's such an old and over used tactic.

When I was about to leave she took one last attempt, this time she got physical. She leaped and wrapped her arms and legs around me like an octopus refusing to let go. LOL! I know crazy, right? Not wanting to hurt her, I walked us over to the bed, peeled her tentacles from around my body and threw her on the bed, she took the opportunity to dig her nails into my neck and collar bones on her way off of me leaving some choice scratches. In other words, she got me good.

Next post, I'll tell you what happened when I got to work on Monday.