Le faiseur individualiste est une personne sûre d'elle et très indépendante. C'est une personne réservée, réaliste, très respecteuse et extrêmement rationnelle. Elle cultive soigneusement son individualisme et adore s'appliquer à de nouvelles activités. Mais c'est aussi une personne spontanée et impulsive qui aime suivre ses stimulations. Le faiseur individualiste est une grand observateur, précis, qui enregistre tout ce qui se passe dans son entourage.Il n'est par contre pas aussi sensible quand il s'agit de relations interpersonnelles et il est surpris quand quelqu'un ne l'apprécie pas suite à ses réactions directes et brusques. Ce n'est pas exactement un passionné des obligations ; mais en lui laissant de la liberté, c'est un individu gai, sociable et simple.
Le faiseur individualiste a une passion pour les défis - l'action et l'adrénaline font tout simplement partie de sa vie. Il aime tenter le hasard et beaucoup de personnes de ce type ont des passes temps dangereux comme le skydiving ou le puenting. C'est aussi le cas pour son travail quotidien. Le faiseur individualiste est en pleine forme pour affronter les situations critiques ; il peut faire face à la situation, prendre des décisions et faire les démarches nécessaires en extrêmement peu de temps. (Well, can't say otherwise as I enjoy being an ICU nurse and nothing else.) La hiérarchie et les autorités ne l'impressionent pas ; si son supérieur n'est pas compétent, il aura peu de respect pour lui. Le faiseur individualiste aime avoir des responsabilités. Il a un sens très marqué de la réalité et trouve toujours la solution la plus adaptée et la plus expéditive pour un problème. Il résoud les conflits de façon ouverte et directe ; sur ce point il manque parfois de tact mais il n'a aucun problème à accepter les critiques.
Comme ami, le faiseur individualiste est loyal et devoué ; il n'a que quelques amis mais la plus part d'entre eux durent toute la vie. Les gens prennent plaisir à parler avec lui de par son attitude optimiste face à la vie et sa capacité d'écoute. Cependant, il préfère parler d'intérêts ou de passes temps communs plutôt que de thèmes philosophiques ou théoriques – qui ne sont pas suffisamment tangibles pour lui. Il a besoin de beaucoup de liberté et de temps pour lui dans les relations sentimentales mais, en même temps, il est très tolérant avec son partenaire. Il est très étonnant qu'un faiseur individualiste tombe follement amoureux. Il est trop rationnel. Il préfère choisir son compagnon en fonction des intérêts communs et des activités qu'il veut partager avec lui. Le faiseur individualiste n'est pas très enclin à des montées effusives d'émotions. Il préfère montrer son amour par ses actions et attend que son partenaire fasse de même. La personne intéressée à s'unir à un faiseur individualiste devra avoir beaucoup de patience. Il faudra attendre longtemps avant que ce type de personnalité veuille s'impliquer dans une relation.
Do the test yourself there are very few questions. Very interesting.
Le Faiseur Individualiste (mon type de personnallité)
6.2.14
My Bucket
Lately, I've been feeling so full of issues that aren't mine but which I got to take care of still, that I became a muted person by choice.
My bucket is filled up with family's tribulations that I do not have enough space for my friends' recurrent ordeals. Two days ago, I chose to be honest with a close girl friend of mine: 'enough, I can't listen to your similar speech over and over again anymore. I can't take care of you while (you have a husband) my hands are already full.' I must admit, she is pitiful but overly obsessed with her health issues. While the doctors don't know what's going on with her, there is nothing else I can do more than what I've already did. It's been two months already, let's just wait, shall we?
My problem arises when everyone's issues aren't mine but they take so much place that I feel suffocated. Then do I care too much? Is that why I flip at how ridiculously others can behave so self-centered?
I don't know since when Isolation has came back neither what are the reasons, but I refuse to talk about me, especially when asked. Maybe because I believe the friends are already overwhelmed by their personal matters or maybe because I assume they don't care more than that. In the end, there is nothing better they can do to fix me. I'm a grown-up and got to take care of the problems myself. People rely on me... who do I rely on? Do I need somebody? No. I'm good by myself, if only people can give me some time and space. I'm a slow do-er.
All right, a respected figure in the family has deceased about a week ago. 'I am sorry I wasn't beside you when you died. I am sorry we weren't that close. I apologize for not expressing my love better than that... only I didn't feel it...that you loved us, your children nor that I loved you enough... I'm a human being who only bond with others who are physically close to me. At last, I'm sorry the person you chose to be by your bedside cares more about money than her lifetime partner.'
'I am not sorry to say... you were delivered of the pain...of forgetting about those who cared and loved you due to Alzheimer... who knows... maybe you forgot us because you heart thought you didn't need us. I'm not sorry my father chose to protect his mother instead, because I'd do the same. I'm upset your death brought animosity among your children. One day, I'll stand in front of you tomb and apologize for being a disrespectful grandchild. I wish you can finally find peace wherever you are. Sincerely, Yen.'
Honestly speaking, I despise all the coworkers who pour their personal business upon their colleagues' head without asking us beforehand if we'd agree to listen. Therefore, when they ask how I feel, I'd just be a little hypocrite and buy myself some peace. When acquaintances would ask ' how are you? ', I'd reply 'I'm fine'. because none of what was described before are MY problems. Plus, I believe that the best way to achieve bittersweet memories are with laughters. So why can't I let it go?
If I was to say, ''I'm not okay', what can you do?
I wasn't aware I was not that okay, until last night, when I woke up because tears were streaming down my cheeks, wetting the pillowcase. Nevertheless, I can't recall why I've cried. When I'm awake, as much as I do not want to talk about all the mess that is happening, I can't let it go. I can't cry. Everything is happening inside of me. I'm impatient. I find people helplessly selfish. I'm scared. I want to be hugged... being told it will be okay... I know... in a month of so, it'll be over. Dad will get his operation... we can all start over. If only the Brother can grow up more than that... but he still leave the empty toilet paper roll on the counter.
What about my close friends you say? Um... Right now, I'm not patient enough to be receptive to their problems. I am too impatient that it bores me out when I only have to imagine myself giving details about my week. I just want to be left alone. All of this has convinced me that taking a year off from the dear ones to concentrate on taking care of myself, living my life abroad, could be the best decision of my life. Definitively.
My bucket is filled up with family's tribulations that I do not have enough space for my friends' recurrent ordeals. Two days ago, I chose to be honest with a close girl friend of mine: 'enough, I can't listen to your similar speech over and over again anymore. I can't take care of you while (you have a husband) my hands are already full.' I must admit, she is pitiful but overly obsessed with her health issues. While the doctors don't know what's going on with her, there is nothing else I can do more than what I've already did. It's been two months already, let's just wait, shall we?
My problem arises when everyone's issues aren't mine but they take so much place that I feel suffocated. Then do I care too much? Is that why I flip at how ridiculously others can behave so self-centered?
I don't know since when Isolation has came back neither what are the reasons, but I refuse to talk about me, especially when asked. Maybe because I believe the friends are already overwhelmed by their personal matters or maybe because I assume they don't care more than that. In the end, there is nothing better they can do to fix me. I'm a grown-up and got to take care of the problems myself. People rely on me... who do I rely on? Do I need somebody? No. I'm good by myself, if only people can give me some time and space. I'm a slow do-er.
All right, a respected figure in the family has deceased about a week ago. 'I am sorry I wasn't beside you when you died. I am sorry we weren't that close. I apologize for not expressing my love better than that... only I didn't feel it...that you loved us, your children nor that I loved you enough... I'm a human being who only bond with others who are physically close to me. At last, I'm sorry the person you chose to be by your bedside cares more about money than her lifetime partner.'
'I am not sorry to say... you were delivered of the pain...of forgetting about those who cared and loved you due to Alzheimer... who knows... maybe you forgot us because you heart thought you didn't need us. I'm not sorry my father chose to protect his mother instead, because I'd do the same. I'm upset your death brought animosity among your children. One day, I'll stand in front of you tomb and apologize for being a disrespectful grandchild. I wish you can finally find peace wherever you are. Sincerely, Yen.'
Honestly speaking, I despise all the coworkers who pour their personal business upon their colleagues' head without asking us beforehand if we'd agree to listen. Therefore, when they ask how I feel, I'd just be a little hypocrite and buy myself some peace. When acquaintances would ask ' how are you? ', I'd reply 'I'm fine'. because none of what was described before are MY problems. Plus, I believe that the best way to achieve bittersweet memories are with laughters. So why can't I let it go?
If I was to say, ''I'm not okay', what can you do?
I wasn't aware I was not that okay, until last night, when I woke up because tears were streaming down my cheeks, wetting the pillowcase. Nevertheless, I can't recall why I've cried. When I'm awake, as much as I do not want to talk about all the mess that is happening, I can't let it go. I can't cry. Everything is happening inside of me. I'm impatient. I find people helplessly selfish. I'm scared. I want to be hugged... being told it will be okay... I know... in a month of so, it'll be over. Dad will get his operation... we can all start over. If only the Brother can grow up more than that... but he still leave the empty toilet paper roll on the counter.
What about my close friends you say? Um... Right now, I'm not patient enough to be receptive to their problems. I am too impatient that it bores me out when I only have to imagine myself giving details about my week. I just want to be left alone. All of this has convinced me that taking a year off from the dear ones to concentrate on taking care of myself, living my life abroad, could be the best decision of my life. Definitively.
20.8.12
Coping Mechanism
No matter what the setting is, as long as I perceive the stressor as strong enough, I'll usually enter the same fight or flight response.
I've been told I'm a very psychosomatic person. I agree. Rare would I be able to hide how I truly feel as it shows up on my face and or entire body. Sympathetic system would kick in, as it suppresses the parasympathetic system. In common words, my digestive system would start to overwork (more trips to the loo) as it stops functioning (as ironic as it may sounds, yes) and give place to the the emergency response system. And by the way, it also affects sexual functions.
My extremities (hands and feet) get incredibly frozen, my heartbeat increases... I just don't feel well to think and work properly. I've been told I also turn greenish...
All of these would eventually go away but in the mean time, it is seriously not fun. Truth is... even having a patient going code blue doesn't do this to me. Because help is there, you are never alone.
But into facing personal issues... in the last two weeks... oftentimes, the accepting and moving on parts have to be done by no one else, but me. Let's say I haven't missed that 24h whatever coping mechanism it is.
Ugly.
Don't we all hate being lied to?
And what is with people who would rather choose to flight than fight even when you're being confronted to it?
Heard to flee is a female's usual response to stress. I don't like.
A friend got an air gun for her bday. Me want one too! Wouldn't it another great anti-stress?
I've been told I'm a very psychosomatic person. I agree. Rare would I be able to hide how I truly feel as it shows up on my face and or entire body. Sympathetic system would kick in, as it suppresses the parasympathetic system. In common words, my digestive system would start to overwork (more trips to the loo) as it stops functioning (as ironic as it may sounds, yes) and give place to the the emergency response system. And by the way, it also affects sexual functions.
My extremities (hands and feet) get incredibly frozen, my heartbeat increases... I just don't feel well to think and work properly. I've been told I also turn greenish...
All of these would eventually go away but in the mean time, it is seriously not fun. Truth is... even having a patient going code blue doesn't do this to me. Because help is there, you are never alone.
But into facing personal issues... in the last two weeks... oftentimes, the accepting and moving on parts have to be done by no one else, but me. Let's say I haven't missed that 24h whatever coping mechanism it is.
Ugly.
Don't we all hate being lied to?
And what is with people who would rather choose to flight than fight even when you're being confronted to it?
Heard to flee is a female's usual response to stress. I don't like.
A friend got an air gun for her bday. Me want one too! Wouldn't it another great anti-stress?
19.5.12
Groping
in broad daylight, that happened to me today by an unknown passer-by man. In my city, as I was strolling my friend's kid on the street.
I felt a full hand on one of my butt, then the man just turned around said 'excuse me' and literally ran off. Well, I'm so not sorry, but he wasn't sorry because it wasn't a light accident stroke. We weren't crowded. I was so stunned, I just let out an 'euh?' and he was already a street away, really. Wished I could have yelled and run after him, but I had a kid with me. I'm so mad at myself for doing absolutely NOTHING! DAMN IT!
Although it was all summery outside, but I had a loose top on and a skirt below knee so seriously, no skin/cleavage showing. WTF? What I'm even more mad about is that it happened in my very own city. It doesn't happen when I'm alone across the seas. Geez, what's going on?
On top of this, I've been so short on patience lately. I'm very eager for my vacations because my body and mind need it. I've been doing overtime to fill in empty slots plus it pays well. On the last day of my cardiac surgery post-op orientation, my patient coded blue straight flat there in my face. She was supposed to be removed from the respirator in the upcoming hours, but she went into an heart attack regadless of the surgery and sustained an abdominal hemorrhage. Although it wasn't my first code blue, but it was the first time that it is my patient. It does make a difference. They opened her chest in the room. Everything went very Grey's Anatomy-ish with a resident sitting in the bed doing cardiac massage while they transferred her to the OR. And me... being stuck there wondering what I've missed, what I've done or not haven't done correctly.
Since then, the cardiac surgeries post-op that I have just bleed out that I even get teased of having a bad karma.
I felt a full hand on one of my butt, then the man just turned around said 'excuse me' and literally ran off. Well, I'm so not sorry, but he wasn't sorry because it wasn't a light accident stroke. We weren't crowded. I was so stunned, I just let out an 'euh?' and he was already a street away, really. Wished I could have yelled and run after him, but I had a kid with me. I'm so mad at myself for doing absolutely NOTHING! DAMN IT!
Although it was all summery outside, but I had a loose top on and a skirt below knee so seriously, no skin/cleavage showing. WTF? What I'm even more mad about is that it happened in my very own city. It doesn't happen when I'm alone across the seas. Geez, what's going on?
On top of this, I've been so short on patience lately. I'm very eager for my vacations because my body and mind need it. I've been doing overtime to fill in empty slots plus it pays well. On the last day of my cardiac surgery post-op orientation, my patient coded blue straight flat there in my face. She was supposed to be removed from the respirator in the upcoming hours, but she went into an heart attack regadless of the surgery and sustained an abdominal hemorrhage. Although it wasn't my first code blue, but it was the first time that it is my patient. It does make a difference. They opened her chest in the room. Everything went very Grey's Anatomy-ish with a resident sitting in the bed doing cardiac massage while they transferred her to the OR. And me... being stuck there wondering what I've missed, what I've done or not haven't done correctly.
Since then, the cardiac surgeries post-op that I have just bleed out that I even get teased of having a bad karma.
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